This is a day late. But Mama Mary doesn't mind. She takes her time. Enjoys life. Approaches thing in a
Does this mean I grew up being late to most things? Yes.
Have I finally accepted that my family is late to most things? Yes.
Do my parents still deny this blatantly true fact? Yes.
Oh, Mommy.
What a lady!
What a mother!
What a grandma!
Spend a few minutes with my Mom. Go ahead. I promise you will be laughing by the end of it. And she will inevitably be telling you some wildly crazy story while waving her hands around. If you're lucky, you'll catch her listening to a Michael Jackson and doing her signature dance moves. Lots of elbow.
She's vibrant & vivacious. Lovely & energetic. A seamstress & crafter. A fabulous chef & baker of all things delicious.
Just last week I tried to yell something downstairs to my parents but they couldn't hear me. Why, you ask?
Because they had Kanye West blaring too loudly.
True.
Story.
My mom is one of a kind.
There are no words. She's fabulous and hilarious and she Skypes me every single week. She's the kind of grandma that holds babies by their ankles (yes) and climbs up in trees to hide. And I can't wait to have some babies just so they can appreciate her as much as I do.
She's also a great hugger, which is obviously CRUCIAL to being a successful mom & grandma.
Mommy, you're the best.
Happy Mother's Day.
1 comments:
Great and true post. Especially the part about the hugging.
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