I went back to 28-2 today for my long run, and Mom went along. You know, so that they would know where to find the body if I disappear. After the run, we sat by the creek eating Larabars and (me) drinking obscene amounts of water, and we discussed the new memory book she’s reading.
Mom: I saw three cars while you were running. And you know, I’m reading this new memory book, so that I can remember where I put my keys. I memorized the cars’ license plates for practice.
Me: In case they killed me …?
Mom makes the not-a-funny-joke face.
Me: Okay, fine. What was the last one?
Mom (proudly): It was AB 8269.
Me: So how did you remember it?
Mom: Well, AB, that’s obvious. And 8 plus 2 is 10 …
Mom: … and 69, that was easy.
Me: (nearly choking on my water)
Mom: Why are you laughing? It’s two years after my anniversary.
Me: THAT’S what you think of when you see the number 69?
Mom: Is that wrong?
So that’s my mom. She’s pretty much the definition of awesome.
She made this dress. My favorite ever. Such a favorite, in fact, that I chose it for kindergarten picture day.
This is her idea of a sand castle.
THIS is HER mom.
She takes pictures like this everywhere we go – even Versailles – because “isn’t that texture wonderful??”
She protects me from terrifying photographers.
She is totally accustomed to and patient with my habit of (kind of) lying all over the people I love.
And isn’t she beautiful?
I love you, Mom. Happy Mother’s Day.