Dear MY Mom,
Happy "xx" Birthday!
I love you. [sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much].
Been thinking about this post for weeks.
I love the photo above. Mostly, I love how calm you look. I love how beautiful you look without make-up. I love the chair [just a few years too late]. I love the [tupperware] cup I am holding. [sorry I made you give them up to DI.] I love that you made time for me - to sit with me.
This is a new favorite photo of mine.
I love that you were there to support me. On a "Sunday". Believe it or not, I love it that we have the same "smile" lines by our eyes. I love that you gave me blue eyes.
I love it when you hug me.
Here are a few ;) other thing I love/love remembering:
- Volleyball tournaments
- Sleeping on your floor [dad may not "love" this one so much though]
- The morning you dropped me off for my 1st marathon in Utah
- Scrabble games [it's your birthday so I won't say you cheat sometimes]
- you always being my biggest cheerleader - in anything I do
- The make-a-mix dance night in the Westover's backyard
- Girl's camp
- crossword puzzles
- shaved ice as bribery to keep you awake
- making hot [yummy] breakfasts for us 5 times a week [did you ever eat breakfast?]
- seeing Peanut being born
- Aerobics at church . . . with soup can weights
- supermarket sweep with Madeline & Shauna
- Easter dresses
- EAT & BE
MEAN- I mean LEAN
- The BAD fish night
- Bran muffins
- Bleach stories
- The year of the PUFF paint Christmas - yep the one where YOU said "damn"
- Driving to Colorado - just you and your insanely scared daughter
- summer library trips
- teaching me how to work
- Peanut adores you [more than she adores me, by far] - I guessing this is probably okay
- That you love my hubby. He knows it and that makes me happy.
- That you have my back.
- You know [A LOT of] what I could do better and you don't pester me
- You read and even sometimes comment on my blog
- I know you'd do anything for me
- You put up with me during some VERY rough times in my life [I'm thinking mostly 11, 16, 18, 24 & 30]
- You were there for me when the 30 minutes to Glendale to see my old friends seemed like 300.
I treasure our relationship Mom. I know how blessed I am to have you as MY MOM.