Today would have been my mom’s 70th birthday, so
I think I will make this post a celebration of her (though if you knew my mom,
you would probably laugh at how much she would not want me to call attention to
her age). I never understood that, but
now I certainly do. My birthday is the
day after tomorrow, and that has certainly thrown me into a contemplative quandary
on the nature of life.
So, happy birthday, mom.
I miss you every day. I wish you were here
for so many reasons, not least of which so I could tell you that I finally understand
what you were talking about when you said “Can’t I just skip my birthday this
year?”
And you, readers out there—if your mom is still with us, take
a minute today to call/ email/ hug her.
When she is gone, you will realize that you did not do this nearly
enough times.
I think the only funny part of this post is probably my outfit and hair in this picture. That's true love- I picked the photo that is one of the best ones I have of her, even though my smile looks weird and my outfit makes me look like I'm trying to join the cast of Falcon Crest.
