The oh-so-fantastic woman who gave me life nearly a quarter of a century ago is, according to the day-by-day itinerary my parents sent over last week, right now...in... Paris. Insert immense jealousy here.
The results of my Google search report that there are exactly 3,841 miles between my apartment building and the Eiffel Tower. Hence, I'm not sure my mom could hear the above announcement I made. Well, via this blog (and the card I sent that you won't get until you get back in three weeks) I send my love over the pond and then some. I LOVE YOU MOM!
{here's a hug from four-month-old me} |
I was lucky enough to inherit some pretty great things from my mom. Among others, the ability to find something positive in everyone, the olive complexion which allows me to tan faster than all my friends (and to still have visible lines in February), my petite frame and speedy metabolism (please don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop), my generous nature (I've been dealt a pretty darn good hand in life and she has taught me the value of recognizing/appreciating that and giving back), my organizational mindset, my talent for writing and making others feel good... the list goes on and on.
If only I'd gotten her patience, sense of direction, or knack for sewing, cooking, or crosswords. Those are all things I have to strive for I suppose. She's a woman of many talents, and I can only hope I turn out half as great as she is.
My point is, folks, that my mom is the best mom in the world. Yes, I know everyone says that. And I say to you, we can agree to disagree.
Very cute! Although you got the olive complexion from Dad's side silly...Mom's side is pasty white (like me).
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