I realized I rarely write about my mom unless I'm posting funny videos of her being a witch doctor or rocking out to Michael Buble. But honestly, writing anything serious about my mom is really difficult for me - way too emotional.
So today (as every day), I shall shirk the serious & take another route:
Happy birthday to the perfect mother, even though you talk to the dog in complete sentences. Even though you own more pair of shoes than any woman could ever need, scattered throughout approximately 89.8% of our house & continually threatening my safety. Even though you let the library permanently "borrow" some of my most cherished items (ahem, that at-home planetarium). Even though you judge me every time I order the bacon-cheddar fries at Rockne's. Even though you're so technologically savvy that you've been keeping tabs on me via social media since my college Xanga days.
Mom, thank you for everything you've done & continue to do to make my life beautiful. I love you more than you can possibly know.