Photo taken today at project management graduation, put here for my mom: love you mom! I dressed up in blue (your favorite color) for you.
On Monday I called my mom in the middle of her work day and asked if she could print 550 flyers and take them to a race director for me since I didn't get it done in time for a race in Spokane. What did my mom say? "Yes! I'm just pleased I get to do something for you." My mom is the nicest, most accomodating, and hardest working person I know. I'm 35 years old and still need my mom and my mom still needs me to need her. I feel lucky to have that relationship with my mom.
It happens to me on occasion that I'm in a store and I overhear a mother and daughter shopping together or some similar scenario and I miss my mom terribly, living in a different city than your parents is tough. Makes me sad. I moved back in with my parents for several months at age 28 and enjoyed it thoroughly, I will always cherish that part of my life, counting on my parents when I needed them. I better go call my mom now since I don't do it enough.