My Mom

Today is my moms birthday. The mom who refers to me as min, short for mindells. The mom who can french braid so tight it makes your eyes go squinty. That same mom who always knows the right thing to say and still likes to hold my hand when we go to the movies. The one that raised me and dealt with me through high school and other tumultuous times and miraculously still loves me. My favorite shopping companion. My favorite cooking companion. She's my mom. I am thankful for the woman that she is. I am thankful for her goodness and her example. I am thankful for her sugar cookies. Thanks for being mine, mom.

Happy birthday.

I love you.

 

 

Photo from earlier this year in DC with momma