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.