And by lady, I mean this lady…
My mom!
Like every teenager I didn’t really like her for a couple of years there, sorry mom. What I’ve realized now is that, and it pains me to say this, she was right! About pretty much everything I didn’t like her for…
She is my biggest cheerleader, race buddy:
Sweaty camera picture. Sorry!
food taste tester and wine connoisseur(yes I had to Google how to spell that).
I should also give her the title of chair tryer outer.
My mom always has good sayings and we often joke that she and my aunt should start a book of their lives and the things they say. She is always there for a hug and words of encouragement. I always know that if someone does me wrong…my mom will be in my corner no matter if I’m being rational or not.
She passed on her love of good music and the Beatles to me. For that I am a grateful music snob!
Happy Birthday mom! I find myself turning into you more and more each day! Which is okay by me!
thank you sweetie!
Love you!
You are welcome!