Today's my mom's birthday. I won't tell you how old she is because a lady never reveals her age or her shoe size. And you wouldn't believe it anyway because she doesn't look a day over 56. See what I did there? Now you're not sure if she's 56, 57 or 85. It's all about the mystery.
But that's not really my point.
My point is that today is my mom's day. Your birthday is the one guaranteed day a year that people should devote themselves to telling you how awesome you are. They should write letters, send emails, text, call, tweet, write in the sky, tattoo on their arm, etc. how much they love YOU and how much you have made their life better and how much better the world is because you are in it. And you're supposed to revel in your awesomeness and glory for every minute of the 24 hour period of your birthday. Because it's your day.
Guess what my mom did today?
My mom emailed me to tell me how awesome I am. I won't quote all of it because most of you already know how much life is better with me in it and the rest of you might throw up, but here's a piece (with insertions from me in parenthesis):
"On my birthday, I wanted to take this opportunity to write and tell you
how much you mean to me, how valuable, precious, and important that you
are... You are so adventurous, intelligent, kind (there's about 15 more adjectives that I'll omit for space sake), and you are just mischievous enough to keep life interesting and fun (that's my favorite part)... Everything that a mother could hope for has come true for me in you."
Isn't my mom the best? I want to be just like her when I grow up. Because, honestly, she wasn't describing me; she was describing herself.
So hey Mom! Guess what? I'm your biggest fan too. I'm just not as good with all the mushy stuff.
Happy Birthday!
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| Isn't she beautiful? You should see her heart. |
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