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Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.

Reasons I love my Mom:

– She still laughs so hard she can’t breathe at the violent humor in Home Alone 2 every Thanksgiving.
– She is constantly buying me things I would have loved in 7th grade.
– She scrubs the house literally from top to bottom when anyone is coming over.
– She owns, to date, 32 nativities. Quite possibly more. And sets them all up at Christmas time.
– On that note, she makes our home the most magical place in the world at Christmas.
– Ever since I can remember, on my birthday she traps me somewhere and squeeeezes me while she talks about what was happening at that very moment however many years ago.
– She has a brain tumor living inside of her head. It’s not going anywhere or doing anything, it’s just there. (I still think it’s her twin that never developed.)
– When we surprise her or she gets excited she squeals and claps her hands together.
– She is determined to wear shirts that say “Paris” as often as possible.
– When I was growing up she used to leave a cup of coffee on my dresser every morning. So when I came home from school every day there was always a cold cup of coffee on my dresser. I hated that.
– She is like a gold platinum five star whatever member at Starbucks and has figured out how to work the system so that she gets all kinds of free drinks and perks. She’ll probably be the queen of Starbucks someday.
– She tries adventurous foods with me.
– She is always bragging on my dad to me and Ashley. It’s nice to have a mom that speaks highly of your dad and brings him honor.
– She also brags about me to anyone who will listen, which is actually really embarrassing.
– She has time to listen to anyone. Whether or not you are important or funny or pretty or cool, if you are going through something hard, my mom will listen. And then she will tell you what to do. And then she will tell you to clean your room. (Wait…maybe that last part is just me?)
– When she gets really mad, she just stands in the middle of the room and growls and shakes her fists.
– She works tirelessly to make sure that important things (holidays, milestones, etc) are made so special for all of us.
– She always makes my sister and I take pictures in front of whatever tree is closest. Normally the big fake one in the living room. (I actually hate this but I think someday I might find it endearing.)
– She is a loyal friend. Her heart breaks over her friends.
– I hear she is great to shop with, but I hate shopping. So, ask my sister or Lyndsay and Rachel’s mom.
– She whines about her glasses always being dirty as she is holding them in her hands and rubbing them with her fingers.
– She knows every song written by James Taylor, and with most of the hits of the 70s she can tell you right where she was when she listened to it.
– She fits in seamlessly with people who are very important, and also with her crazy family in West Virginia who have stuffed turkeys in lighted cases. Everyone feels comfortable and important around her.
– When she gets a new outfit, she shows it off by standing there and grinning.
– She still hates the music that I listen to. Case in point – on the drive to Chicago to get my visa, Ashley put in Taylor Swift. Mom swooned over it and loved it. Then I put in Brandi Carlile and she was like, “No…I like it…” But she does pretend to like it, which is good.
– She’s been talking about her hypothetical grandchildren since I was 18. (Note, there are NO GRANDCHILDREN IN SIGHT for her. Nowhere.) When we found out about her brain tumor we were all crying and she stopped us and said, “Everything is going to be ok. I have grandchildren to see grow up.” Ashley and I didn’t ruin the moment, but it was difficult to hold back the laughter.
– She still cooks potato soup for me when I am sick, and she knows how to make everything just right.
– She grew up without a mom or a dad. She didn’t have anyone to show her the ropes or to ask for advice or be a mom to her, but she is a great mom. She was dealt impossible cards, but she found Jesus and she decided not to be a victim to her circumstances. Because of that, my sister and I are strong, confident women.

There are many more reasons I love my mom, but for now I want to say…Happy mother’s day Mom! I love you very much!!!!!