My mom and I spent Saturday visiting Grandma and the rest of our family in the tiny town of Johnstown, Pennsylvania. Yesterday, for Mother's Day, we hit the green house and bought some veggies and flowers for her garden. Then we loafed around on her deck overlooking the little creek behind her house and enjoyed the mild weather.
I am convinced that my mom is a woman who can weather absolutely anything that life throws at her. She has been with me, and put up with me, through times when I'm certain that most other moms would have lost their shit, and she's done it with grace and unconditional love.
Also, she's a stone cold fox. If I have anyone to thank for my good looks, it's her.
Love you, Mom!