My mom is probably the strongest thread in the whole big ball of crazy that is my life. I just wish she liked herself a little more sometimes.
I could ramble about this all day, but I won’t. Nothing is easy or perfect. We are messy and pretty fucking colorful.
I appreciate her, though, and not only this weekend of the year.
She would probably hate that I dropped the f-bomb there.
But she would also get over it.