If I'm really being honest, I started this post back near Mother's Day. Last year.
I also kinda feel bad that I missed blogging on Mother's Day. Last year.
It's a day that I used to dread. Mother's Day.
I've talked just a little about my mom here on this little blog, but I don't know that I've ever done her justice. After recently organizing family photos, I scanned in a few of my favorites of my mom.
My mom was the mom that all my friends loved.
My mom was a talented needle-artist. She cross-stitched like a mad woman. It was perfectly done on both sides of the fabric. Almost where you could flip it over and not exactly be sure which side was supposed to go on top.
My mom (right) with her sister Judy (left)
My mom stayed up late and slept in only after getting up to make my dad his breakfast every morning.
My mom always gave me so much confidence. She bolstered me with all the love that made me never doubt myself.
My mom grew up in Minnesota.
My mom used to drive my friends and me to the grocery store late at night for sleep-over sustanance. Then she'd drive us by all the cute boys' houses.
My mom just after having my older brother Matthew
My mom had an incredible sense of style. Way ahead of her time.
My mom got a job at The Limited when I was in middle school: 1. so we could get a discount on clothes and 2. so we could get a discount on clothes. Remember Outback Red and Forenza?
My mom in a bridesmaid dress that I used to play dress up in~I still have it!
My mom had an affinity that I share to this day for Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
I lost my mom when I was fifteen, but I feel like I'm getting to know her on a totally different level now that I am a mother. My appreciation for her deepens each day I spend with my girls. Her love for me still shines, and I miss her everyday.
Happy Mother's Day to y'all, and give your mama a hug for me!