Happy Birthday, Mom

It's my mom's birthday today. Obviously, I'm super glad she was born, because if she hadn't been, I wouldn't have been either, so there's that sort of selfish thing. And though I, like many a teenage girl, lost my mind during my teen years and was generally a rotten snot and didn't like my mom a whole lot for that time, she, in true form, forgave me. I am lucky to have a wonderful mom who I gladly share with the whole world--she moms all my friends too. She makes killer margaritas and potato salad (even if she doesn't like onions in it). She taught me how to make spaghetti sauce from (mostly) scratch and how to sew a button on, and how to be a lady. She's full of grace and compassion and humor--my dad is pretty funny, and comes by it honestly if you've ever met Grandpa Boswell, but you gotta watch out for my mom too. She's got some zingers! I'm still learning how to be a wife by watching how she loves and cares for my dad. I'm still learning how to be a good woman by watching how she loves and cares for her friends and the world. I'm looking forward to the day when I can use all she's shown me about being a good mom too. You don't get to pick your parents, but I totally lucked out and got the best ones.

Happy Birthday, Mom. I hope you have lots, lots, lots more!