She started early, even before I was born, teaching me things I'd need to know.
My mom has (possibly unknowingly) shown me by example how to be not only a good wife, but also a partner/best friend in an amazing team. (Seriously, the avengers would be jealous!)
Teaching me the way to a man's heart is through good food (and wine and cheese :) ).
That disagreement doesn't mean failure, just compromise.
There is no point in buying bad beer for the BBQ.
There is nothing wrong with being an independent woman. Or changing a tire. Or checking the oil.
There is nothing wrong with appreciating the talent (hotness) of Robert Downey Jr.
Sadness doesn't mean the world is ending.
Hard times just make every relationship even more valuable and solid than it already is.
Puppies (especially adopted ones!) make the world a better, happier place. Especially in packs. :)
That I never will want to snap peas or pit cherries again :)
That creative minds create creative clutter, but at the end of the day have the best craft rooms, the best art projects, the most satisfying messes and the most brilliant creations.
My dad is one of the coolest guys ever, and one of the best men.
Bright colors totally kick neutrals ass.
Converse sneakers are and will forever be in style.
Nothing is cooler than an Apple Blossom float that moves with man power.
Canning, freezing, dehydrating and having a pantry is waaay underrated. Suddenly must make 200 chocolate chip cookies and have no flour?! Failure. :P
That vinyl table clothes are the only way to set the table when you have children.
Cookies fix everything.
Oatmeal fixes everything.
Homemade bread fixes everything.
If I ever see a bee, I should probably run.
Homemade lunches are way better, even if you're too cool for school when you find a note inside :)
Father Abraham is not welcome in our home.
Growing, cooking, preparing everything yourself sets off a unmeasurable sense of accomplishment and good in the world.
Having 500 millions family pictures from the last 60 years is a Cancer's (natural scrapbookers) dream.
There is optimism in even the blackest of thumbs.
Love you mommy...happy mommas day :)
Xoxo,
The happy insomniac
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