I’m escaping the Batcave to start my weekend early down in Palm Springs in order to celebrate my mom’s birthday. I know we all get sloppy over our moms, but this is my blog, and I can get as sloppy as I want.
Mom is fabulous, supportive, kind, gentle, and my very best friend…after my hubby, that is. And more to the point, she puts up with my shit.
Happy Birthday, Mom. You’re the very best of Momhood, and I’m so lucky to have you in my life. You da bomb!
As sloppy goes, this works for me. My ma was the bomb too. Unfortunately my appreciation of incendiary devices wasn’t fully developed before she went off for the final time. I’d like to have her back for just an an hour or two. I’d write her an email like your blog and ask her to read it in front of me. I was good at telling her that I loved her when I was younger but fell out of practice somewhere along the way.
Here’s to having the good sense to telling Mom she’s the Bomb and having a Mom worthy of the title..
Ted, you brought tears to my entire family. Beautiful. Thank you. Bless you.