This is a photo my brother took of my mom on her birthday today. She is 55 and absolutely beautiful. Please, baby Jesus, let me have inherited her ageless genes. Today we Face Timed while she was eating dinner with the family in Michigan and we were making homemade pizza in Texas.
On a tangent:
I love this point in life (age 33) when you get to know your parents as people. Generally speaking. It's liberating. All of the grudges you held for scoldings turn into funny stories and all the nagging turns into good intentions. All their problems are no longer your problems and all of their gifts become something for you to be proud of. For a change.
I am so thankful for the relationship I have with my mother. I can come to her for a mother and for a friend and she switches between the roles for me as needed with ease. Sometimes she doles out advice and then years later it comes true.
Like the time when I called her in the very early stages of Daniel and I changing our status from just friends to dating. She said, "Oh honey, you know what will happen. You'll get married and have babies. Don't worry about it. Daniel's a good man."
Thanks, mom. That was some of the best advice ever.
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I love you, you are good to me.
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