My mama is beautiful and smart, sassy and funny. She should win a trophy for putting up with my dad. She is my best friend in the world, and equally adored by my sixteen year old brother. That says a lot-- cause well, he's sixteen.
My son thinks she hung the moon and I'm not so sure she couldn't. I wish she lived closer so we could sit on the porch, have a drink, and watch Reese swing in the afternoons.
I love you, Mama. And I hope that one day my kids {plural--if I ever have another one} adore me as much as we adore you.
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