Hey, Momma

Moms rule. Especially mine. But I’ll admit bias here, you know, since she carried me around for nine months, birthed me, did the single mom thing for a bit, made good choices (high five on Dad and siblings!), protected me, put up with me during unruly hellacious teenage years, bailed me out, made me own up, assured me, worked on having a friendship with me, fed me drinks before meeting D’s parents for the first time (frickin’ sweet!), drove through a blizzard to spend Christmas in Denver with me, was proud of me, etc., etc., etc.

For all the moms in the place with style and grace—we love ya. Call ’em if you got ’em, y’all.


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