To the mother who loves black licorice, sweat pants, and daily mountain bike rides. Thanks for all of the tacos, snuggles, and needed advice you have given me. (Even if I shrugged it off as "silly" and then came crawling back once I realized you were right.) Out of all the things I will miss while I am in Peru, it will hurt the most to be separated from you.
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| I now embrace the fact that you always sing "Are The Stars Out Tonight" by The Flamingos when you meet one of my friends. I didn't say I understand it, but I embrace it. |
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| Majestic. |
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| My Mom is the best mountain biker you will ever meet. Luckily she gave birth to a model-child (me). |
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| Brushing her teeth and blocking her ears from my Dad's bark-like sneezes... in the car. Not an uncommon sight, surprisingly. |
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| Isn't she the cutest? This was while I was being a paparazzi with the iPad. |
I love my mother mother. There is not a kinder, happier, or more optimistic human on this planet. I am who I am because of her loving influence. And can you imagine if she wasn't in my life? Imagine how terrible I would be!
Happy Mothers Day to all the mothers in the world.
You are included, Mother Earth.
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