My mom used to let us eat ice cream for breakfast on the Fourth of July.
She read my book and was angry with me for some of the outcomes.
She used to give people the oddest gifts. If you mentioned in passing (and sarcastically) once that you liked leopard print, for every birthday, Christmas, Valentine's Day, Easter, and sometimes St. Patrick's Day, she would buy you something leopard print.
She had this awful eggplant pants suit she wore to every special occasion.
You could say anything to her and she wouldn't judge you. She saw the best in everyone, always.
Much love to the awesome Moms out there. I wish mine was here, but I'm so glad I had her as long as I did. .
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