As if it's not apparent from my blog, I love my mother. I love her so much that I've posted an embarrassing photo montage of her. I could list all the things I love about my dear mother, who is a single parent, former naval officer, master's swimming champion and avid devotee of language-learning and "international folk-dancing."
Well, I could list it, and I'm sure it would sound very Chicken-Soup-For-the-Soul-Maternal-Edition, but she knows I loves her. Maybe that's the nice thing; the fact that she knows stuff without me having to say it. Aw shucks, (shuffles feet unsteadily and blushes pink with slightly age-inappropriate pride)
My one qualm with my mother is that she allowed me to dress and coif myself far too often: