This beautiful woman turned 60 years old yesterday. She would hate this picture but I know she doesn't read this blog...I'm not entirely sure she knows what a blog is, so I won't take it personally. It really was a happy accident of the cosmos that made her my mother...this consciousness, me, her daughter. How lucky I am. She is remodeling my kitchen, driving me bat-shit crazy, and asks me questions like "Do you need a jacket?" before I leave for work.
I love her and can't wait for her to move out; I don't find those feeling the least bit contradictory.
Happy Birthday Mom!
Thank you, a thousand times for everything you've done to shape me and my life.
How lucky I am.
