I’ve always been told that I’m the spitting image of my mother. Hard to deny.
Like most little girls, I wanted to grow up and be just like my mom. Then like many teenage girls, I fought to not be just like her. But you grow out of that stage and realize as hard as you may tried, you pretty much ARE just like your mother. I’m not quite there yet and still have lots to learn.
I only hope to be as amazing a woman and as wonderful a mom, as my mommy is to me.
Happy birthday, Mommy. We love you.