This birthday isn't about me - about the 25 years I've lived. It's about my mother. It's about a woman who gave birth at 37. It's about salt playdough and playing dress up. It's about buttered popcorn with lots of salt and fights over half-eaten dinners. It's about prom dresses and poetry, journals and dolls. It's about music and gardens, healthy food and taking care of the chicken pox. It's about 10 years of orthodontic appointments and long drives to piano lessons. All-day shopping trips. 96 colors of crayons. Crochet and sewing. Carrot cake and chocolate pie. The color green. Voice lessons. Feminism. Faith. All gifts from her.
I love you Mom. Thanks for what you did 25 years ago, and what you've been doing ever since.
6 comments:
Should have posted this on the 28th... oh well.
That is very sweet.
What a lovely tribute to your wonderful mom! I have to say... whenever I see a room with green walls, I think of the entry way of your family's home in Leavenworth.
Haha! It's been repainted since then. It's a little less...disturbing now. Still green though! :)
When is your birthday? Looks like I'm late, happy birthday! (This was a post about your birthday, though, right?) And, lovely words, lovelerly put.
Jan 28th. Yours is coming up, right? I noticed we were like, a week apart in age!
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