I officially got approved to graduate this week and that is crazy!
A Haiku for Mom
Things I got from you:
Red Hair, humor, a kind heart,
plus a weak bladder.
Me: “Hey Dad, can you make me a water?”
Dad: “POOF! You’re a water!”
(What’s always fun is that he misses out on his, “I don’t know, can I?” routine with this one, because POOF always wins.)
Home-y Home
In high school, friends would come over for spaghetti nights and we would hang out with the whole family and laugh and goof off. The spaghetti wasn’t the only legendary comfort offered at those gatherings Just about every friend who has experienced our home tells me, “I don’t know. Your house just feels so home-y.” They tell me they are super comfortable and feel like they can really relax there. I think that Mom and Dad have worked really hard to create that feeling. When you visit us, you can get comfortable and make yourself at home. We have cultivated an environment of love and happiness and easy goingness(?) that is palpable in our home. Everyone contributes to it. To a new person, it can look like a whirlwind of craziness, but once they step in, they relax a little and become a part of the family. They get to bring their crazy without fear of judgment. It’s pretty cool. Let’s keep that up.
Dance Like No One is Watching
My favorite memory of mom is when we went to the strawberry festival to see dad and his band play and the first song that they played mom was up and dancing with the music, not caring if anyone felt that that wasn’t cool for mom to go up there and have a good time. After a few songs some people began to join her and she grabbed me and led me step by step on how to dance like her. We even learned some dances from strangers who were watching us make fools of ourselves, which didn’t bother mom of course. I have the courage to be completely awkward and totally weird with her because she has a way of showing you that she’s not going to judge you for having fun.
Gift-giving
When I think of what to get mom for a present for any occasion my mind goes in all sorts of directions. I want nothing but the best for her like a diamond necklace or a trip to Europe or something crazy expensive like that but I current have 30 dollars in my purse with a huge, wallet busting collection of mostly expired gift cards. I would always have to resort to getting her something small for her. Thankfully I was saved by Madison this Christmas. She deserves the Europe trip and the diamond necklace for putting up with our pointless drama and awkward stages. This blog is something I would’ve never thought of to get you. You can thank David and Ashley because now you can share all of our stories of pointless drama and our awkward a stages. I love you.
The Glasses Story
I loved the time when me, my sisters, and my mom went shopping for my mom a pair of glasses. I found a cute pair of brown glasses, but she didn’t like them. She saw a pair of glasses that looked like Harry potter glasses, and she loved them! I asked her why she liked them and she said because she wanted to be diffirent, and I asked her why she didn’t like the brown glasses and she said they were too normal. Now I know it is okay to be different.
Sophie’s Poem
I believe in love at first sight, because I’ve loved my mom ever since I first opened my eyes.
Lessons Learned
Thanks for teaching me how to fight for the bathroom whenever we get home from being out all day. And I would say thank you for teaching me how to cook but you don’t remember how much of anything you put into a dish so it’s been kind of hard to follow your lead. Anyways, thanks for teaching me something new every day. Whether it be about never putting metal in the microwave or teaching me how to calculate sales tax without a calculator I always learn something.
Joking around
I’ve always loved how easy it is to joke around with my mom. Whether it’s questioning her style choices or how she’ll tell you to go on Facebook to Google someone, things are always interesting. I want to thank my mom for all the likes, favorites and retweets I’ve gotten on her behalf because of stories I’ve told about her. Things are always fun and we’re always laughing. So go ahead Mom, wear all the jumpsuits you want.