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I totally understand about feeling lucky to have *my* mom because of all of the horror stories I hear from friends. I can’t imagine not speaking to my mom or thinking she was horrible.
Sounds like your mom is lucky to have you too :)
Great tribute, Meg. Your Mom sounds like she is all sorts of awesome.
I love this. Especially the part about how your future husband will also call her Mom – I think my mum is this kind of woman (that I wouldn’t want to be with someone who didn’t think she was so wonderful too)
I’m not sure that entirely makes sense because I am suffering from serious chest congestion as part of a cold and I also wanted to delurk to say that I woke up last night in a massive coughing fit and thought to myself “this must have been what Meg Fowler felt like when she had pneumonia, how awful”.
You do so well putting words to feelings I have about my own mother. And having had two mothers now, I can truly say, no mother is replaceable.
And yes, once there are grandkids, your presence is nearly forgotten. Get ready for it. :)
Happy Mudder’s Day, Mudder! We loves ya here in the frozen (but thawing!) north!