I only have 2 pictures in all my files of my Mom. Because she's mostly doing this when you see her:
She is the ultimate "Camera Monkey" She's forever taking pictures, and she's usually annoying about it, but she always says: "YOU'LL THANK ME LATER" and we always do.
I love my Mom the best of anyone in the whole world. And I'm pretty sure she loves me just the same.
She's the funnest lady I have ever know. I laugh so much when ever we get together. She's always up for lunch, or just bumming with me while we do errands. She's drop anything she's doing to rescue me, play, or even sit on the lawn swings and eat rhubarb. Which is probably my favorite thing to do with her.
She teaches me all sorts of things about being a better, nicer, more compassionate, more loving, more understanding person. Just by the way she lives. She's so great she had people who love her who haven't ever met her. Her blog is VERY popular.
I have always said I can't speak at her funeral because I will be crying to hard to even utter a word. Just my "Moo Cow cry" is all you'd hear out of my mouth. I will be completely crushed if my Mom ever dies. So she mustn't ever do it.
She is so creative, in fact, I can't ever get a word in if Elasta Girl is around my Mom because she is telling her a story. I can't blame her, I still think my stuffed animals get up in the night and have dancing parties, because she told me stories about that all the time.
This is the other picture I have of Mom. It's at Heed and Trisha's wedding. And Roo was not quite one.
My Mom is the best Mom in the whole world. My friend Shan commented on my Mom's blog asking how come it was I got her for a Mom and she didn't? I say it's because I needed her the most. Plus, I'm the coolest.
Mom, I truly, truly love you more than frosting and elbow skins and Gilmore Girls and shoes.
Happy Birthday. Thanks for spending some of it with us.
I haven't found a better party than THESE!
4 comments:
Happy Birthday Hillyerie's Mom!!!! I'm so glad she was born and that you were born to her. It all worked out so fantastically that way.
Plus, also, I like being the first to comment on your blog, too.
WOW? Did you hear that, Lynne? She loves you bigger than GILMORE GIRLS! That is some serious love. Plus also, Happy Birthday to you!
Oh, dear daughter. I don't know whether to cry of laugh so I guess I'll laugh because crying is so messy and annoying. I understand that you can't talk at my funeral. But, you should rejoice if I die being good. Then you know I am okay. Maybe you could write something nice and someone else could read it. Trent would. He's a rescuer. But, lets get healthy and then I'll live to a ripe old age and you will want to get rid of me because people who are ripe sometimes smell, you know. Smelly mom's are annoying, just like crying and having mascara drip down your face.
Loveyou'bye,
Your Mom
what? you haven't blogged in a whole week?? I mean, I know I go that long all the time, but you're Hillary. by the way, I thought I had already commented on how wonderful this is, but I guess I didn't. you are a very sweet daughter (and not a bad sister-in-law). the other day I was in a store and saw the cutest bowl with cherries and almost bought it for you, but I resisted. It was expensive but too cute but too expensive
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