Pam. You know her? You should. She flippin' rocks. (Btw she is not loving that I used the word flippin' I am sure). But as I get older, she laughs more at me than she used to. Maybe she knows that I'm funny like dad and there is no hope for changing either of us.
Ever seen a prettier mom? I was like a little bird apparently. Kind of like Alicia Silverstone feeding her baby like a little birdy...google it. It's not about her right now. Back to Pam.
She defined herself before IT happened.
When IT happened to my dad.
Then IT happened to her.
I don't like that it defined her, but it did. I like to think that it added to her definition. It added to all of ours. But where it has taken her, we are all lucky. Especially those who are affected by IT. Survivor.
A tad strict growing up, but I'm over it. No problem mom. Remember the jelly bracelets...I'll buy you more.
Life-lover just like her little puddin'.
We master the long-distance relationship. Now we have Facetime. No gettin' rid of me now!
We love all the same things. Shoes, magazines, make-up, coffee, The Pink Panther hamburger scene...., wine, the beach, helping people, antiquing, candy corn, being embarrassed at restaurants by my dad....the list is loooong.
I love you mom! You are my rock. Thank you for being you.