Disclaimer - this post is a major suck-up attempt yet it is true and full of sincerity.
Yesterday was my mother's birthday. I forgot. Well, I didn't so much forget the day as I did forget to call and acknowledge the day. Thankfully my mother is gracious and loving, willing to over-look my shortcomings. She rests peacefully in the knowledge that when her children and husband forget her birthday we apologize profusely and try to make it up to her in exaggerated ways. (Yes, you read the last sentence correctly. We all forgot. I forgot. My brother forgot. My father forgot.)
Here are some things I love about my mom...
She loves and gives sacrificially
She finds delight and joy in really knowing her granddaughters
When I was young, she believed in me even when I gave her no earthly good reason to do so
Although more health-conscious ways have prevailed in our lives as of late, she and I can polish off a pan of rice-krispy treats before the end of a 1/2 hour sitcom.
She can beat us all at Tetris
She makes a mean from-scratch-cinnamon-bun and the best-I've-ever-had peach pies
She is a constant, faithful friend...one of my very best
Oh...and she forgives me when I forget her birthday
I love you, Mom...so very much. Happy be-lated Birthday!
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Awww, this is sweet.
If I was your mom, I would certainly forgive you!
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