Today is my mom's birthday. I'd act all coy about how old she is, but some of you likely remember how I went on and on about hosting her 60th birthday party at our house last year less than a month after we moved in, so I guess that cat is out of the bag.
My mom and I have very different personalities. She's outgoing and exceedingly kind and talkative and the most empathetic person I have ever known, and I'm none of those things. She's also smart and driven and capable and caring, and I hope that I learned a bit about those from her.
I don't remember ever having a fight with my mom. Is that strange? I mean, I was generally a good kid and she was generally good at letting me live my own life even when she secretly thought I was making a royal mess of it, so I guess we never had much to fight about.
I love my mom. And it is because I love her (and I really hope this won't upset her) that I want to let her off the hook.
So everybody, please tell my mom Happy Birthday.
And Mom, I know you are reading this, so Happy Birthday from me too. I love you.