Perfection

My mom is the perfect mom for me.

She follows the trail of stuff I leave laying around to remind me to pick up after myself. Isn't she kind?

She swats the back of my head in attempt to shake out the little person in my ear who whispers to taste-test whatever she's cooking. That's really nice of her, because that little person is very convincing. I'm very glad she smacks him out of my head.

She tells me to join online dating sites so that I can meet guys. She's so concerned for me, right? How else would I give her grandbabies if I didn't meet a man? I tell you what, she's looking out for me left and right.

And she drives down to Utah a lot to see me. Well, maybe not to specifically see me, but I do visit her when she is down here. I'm so happy she lets me see her when she is around.

And it is her birthday today! Happy Birthday, Mom! Thanks for teaching me the importance of honesty, friends, and family. Thanks for helping me get my life ready to live. Thanks for dealing with my forgetfulness. But I did not forget your birthday! I love you.