… I love her so!
I have always been proud to say, “That’s my mom.” I’ve whispered it to people as she was standing up in front of a group giving a talk. I’ve said it to strangers, neighbors, parishioners, townsfolk, friends and family. I’ve said it with teeth clenched, with eyes rolling, with a foot stomp, and with fists raised. I’ve also said it with a great big grin on my face, with a silly giggle, in a tone of hushed awe, and with a cheer. However I’ve said it — and I’ve said it a LOT through my 53 years — I’ve always said it with pride.
I love you, mom. ♥2