miss sixty
i have a picture of my mom that i love. not the one above although that one is pretty great too. anyway, the picture i am speaking of is from when i was little, maybe 4 or 5. we were at the lake with close family friends. mom was stepping out of a camper and making a face at the photographer that says "i will CUT YOOOOOOOU!" her hair is back under a bandana but down, the ends flipping just above her shoulders. she's wearing a shirt that i actually wore for years, many, many years later. i swiped it without her permission ages ago and made copies of, much to her chagrin. it is honestly my favorite picture of her. she is adorable and you can just tell by looking at this picture how funny she is. i love it.
she has made me PROMISE to never, ever post this picture on the internet. i won't. especially not today. because TODAY is her sixieth birthday. happy birthday, mom!
how am i old enough to have a sixty year old mom? how did that happen? my mom has always been so young.
i remember when my grandma turned sixty. she looked old. she was always awesome but she did, she looked old. especially since my grandpa never seemed to age. mom definitely took after him.
so, mom, happy birthday! i'm not going to embarrass you on the internet today. i know you said no gifts but i figure you're probably ok with this one - and the one that will be arriving in the mail soon! i love and miss you and wish i was going to be there for dinner tonight!
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