My Mom

Today my beautiful, kind, ever- radiant mom turned 55. I can't believe it.

The day's birthday festivities were as great as I hoped they'd be- I left a card and a corny balloon for my mom to find at the breakfast table this morning... Rushed home early from work to get ready to go out to dinner with her... Gave my mom my gift of a dress and necklace... Ate Japanese food with my family... Watched my mom get showered with thoughtful gifts from all of us... Finished the day with ice cream and the Mindy Project on the couch with her. Perfect.

(This lady got these top-notch dancing shoes + salsa classes as gifts today)

I love this incredible woman. I am so, so very lucky to have such an endlessly loving, joyous, patient, graceful figure in my life. Sometimes I wonder how a person can be full of so much love and optimism... and think what I could have done to deserve her.
As I get older, I get more and more emotional when thinking about my mom. It's like, I'm finally fully realizing everything she does and all of who she is... she's extraordinary.
and I hate to recognize that she's getting older. Time keeps moving so fast.. I feel like before I know it,
she'll be gone. I can't bear the thought.
But, I know I'm being morbid.
My mom, at this wonderful time, is the opposite of gone. She dances and laughs and wears cuter clothes than me and tries every new food I want to try.
Yes, she's here. Yes, she's extraordinary.