I got dressed this morning, and upon my last glance in the mirror before sprinting off to class, I noticed that I was wearing an outfit very much like she would wear.
Black flats.
Classic, Old Navy jeans.
Black cardigan.
Dangly earrings.
Every day I become more and more like her.
I'll say something or do something and then think to myself
"hmmm... that's totally something Mom would do."
I love it.
There are people here in Logan who don't know me but know her.
They can tell who I am pretty quick.
I don't even know how many times I've heard
They can tell who I am pretty quick.
I don't even know how many times I've heard
"Hey, are you Sally Page's daughter?"
Why yes, yes I am.
I know she doesn't agree, but I'm pretty sure my mom is the greatest mom out there. Hands down.
I love you. And you, wonderful daughter, are so much more than I have ever been or ever will be. You are wise beyond your years. You are confident. You are intelligent. You are AMAZING! I love you.
ReplyDeleteP.S. You can have anything you want for making a sad day look brighter.