Another week has passed here in our little Ozark paradise and spring is in full bloom. The monstrous rose bushes that cover the property have about exploded overnight, our coworkers are finding morel mushrooms by the basketful on property and the management just built us a bona fide rock fire pit by our bunkhouse. I’d say it hasn’t been too rough of a week, but there’s nothing wrong with celebrating a little bit on a Friday evening. Here’s to you all and the weekend ahead!
Being far away from my Mom sucks. I mean, it really sucks. Do you know how many times I’ve been sad/scared/unsure in the last three years and thought to my 25-year-old “adult” self ‘…I want my Momma?’ Far more times than I’m willing to publicly admit.
Although she is currently enjoying a well-deserved Mother’s Day in Alaska and it’s almost the furthest we’ve been from each other, I want to say a quick Happy Mother’s Day to the woman who nearly had me on her own birthday, allowed me to dress as “the bag lady’s daughter” for most of my younger years, essentially raised me according to the rules of Bill Cosby’s Himself, made my Halloween costumes from scratch, forced me to sit at the dinner table while my lasagna went cold (I swear I like it now), shares my affinity for margaritas and bunnies, and put up with far more of my BS than she should have.
I’m sorry for all the times I threw tantrums about my 7:30pm bedtime as a child – I would now, as an adult, do horrible things to have that sort of indulgent bedtime.
You knew best.
I think you’re pretty cool, Momma. Have the best day and steer clear of those pesky Alaskan moose!