Fred

Frederick William Fulton, III

September 29, 1920-May 28, 1999

brother

son

husband

father

grandfather

Airforce Veteran

32nd degree Mason

man of God

The man that said he was proud, but too young, to be a grandfather....so he bribed us with ice cream and quarters to call him Fred.  And it worked. 

A man that had a great influence on my life.  I still miss him dearly.  

Mothers Day, and So Much More

I have so much to be thankful for on this Mothers Day.


First, where would I be without my own amazing mother?  She is my best friend, my confidant, my biggest cheerleader.  If I miss just 2 days talking to her it feels like forever.  We do not let the 1200 physical miles between us damper our relationship.  I always knew she loved me and would go to the ends of the earth for me, but until I had my own child I could not fathom her love for me as a mother.  She is the best mom I could have ever asked for.  I love you mom!

Another woman that had a profound impact on who I am today was my grandma, Mary Jo Fulton.  AKA, The Queen.  "The Queen" not because she was a prima donna, but because she deserved and earned the title.  She was the epitome of a Southern Belle.  Never a hair out of place, always "had her face on" and dressed to a T.  I don't remember hearing an ugly word come out of her mouth, she always found something good to say.  Her family was her everything.  I was the recipient of one of her pieces of jewelry that I wear every day.  Not a day goes by that I do not put on her ring think about her and miss her dearly.

Mommy. The most important title I could have ever earned.  My son Logan is the light of my life.  He has the sweetest soul of any little boy I have ever known.  If you ask him who his girlfriend is he will tell you, "my mommy."  How sweet is that?!  I love him more than life itself.  (you can see where he gets his crazy hair!)

Three years ago today I heard the dreaded word, Cancer.  It's really hard for me to fathom that I am a cancer survivor.  I know you are thinking, how is that?  You went through surgery, chemotherapy and radiation.  Yes, it was hell, but a short hell.  Less than 3 months from diagnosis to finished with treatment.  I think that is why I was able to move on so quickly.  With the amazing support from my friends and family I am a SURVIVOR.  And I can't forget the amazing medical team that I had, headed by my oncologist Mary Jo Schmitz.  Did you catch that?  Yep, the same name as my grandmother.  I knew she was destined to be my doc when I heard her name.

Today is so much more than Mothers Day.  It is a day to be thankful for the women that helped shaped who I am today, for being able to wake up EVERY day,  and to be a momma to the most amazing little boy EVER!


Happy Mothers Day!


jennifer