See that right there? That mischevieous toddler on the right? That, my friends, is my mom.
My mom who taught me to play the piano when I was merely single-digit-aged.
My mom who let me play Cinderella in her boxes of fabric.
My mom who not only taught me to sew at a very young age, but who also was my saving grace my senior year of college, helping me to sew up my final line of clothing in order to graduate. In reality, my Bachelor's Degree partly belongs to that mother of mine.
My mom who never complained too much when I stole handfuls of cookie dough she was trying to bake.
My mom who on the way to taking me to school one day, detoured to the Oregon coast and spent the day with me.
My mom who when I suffered a broken heart cried with me on the bathroom floor.
My mom who made me "Jello juice" to drink when I was sick.
My mom who literally saved my life on more than one occasion.
My mom who sewed for me the dress for my first dance.
My mom who listens to my non-stop chatter, is always a listening ear, and somehow manages to tell me just what I need to hear. Every time.
I really love that mother of mine.
My mom has always had a great sense of style. Did you see those little zebra print baby shoes she's wearing??
That's her on the left, the one in the stunning red dress.
Seriously, my mom was such a babe!
And she still is. Even my mom's mom is a babe! (See her there on the right?) Let me tell you, I come from a great line of babelicious women.
Happy Mother's Day!