Today is my mom’s birthday.
I wish she was here so we could celebrate together – we could go out for lunch (I’d pick Thai food, since it’s one we both really love), get a pedicure, and then wander around a bookstore together. Probably we’d need to stop in at Anthropologie too, and spend the majority of our time looking at dishes and books. Almost all the things I love in life and things I learned to love from my mom.
I often hear about how parents seem perfect when you’re a child and then you get older and see all their flaws.
For me, the older I get, the more I’m impressed with my mom and what a marvelous parent she was and continues to be.
And I especially enjoy spending time with her now that I’m an adult too – there’s no one I’d rather spend the afternoon with.
Instead, I’ll have to make do with sending a little gift (Mom, don’t click that link until you open your present or you’ll ruin evvvvvverything) across the country and waiting patiently until September when she comes to visit.