Mothers Day weekend.

Today I'm sitting on the floor at my mamas house. Enjoying the sun, the baking and the fact that she is puttering around moving everything in the house. It kind of reminds me of being little. She would move things around all the time. I loved it. It was like coming home to a new house every few weeks. I figured... It's Mothers Day weekend. So I would spend it here with her. At some points we are both doing our own thing. Sometimes we are together. But it's not stressful or irritating or any of those things. We are just being us. And it's nice.

Over the past few years we have had our ups and downs. I'm a lot like her and I think at times it scares her. She wants me to be okay in life. She wants me to be happy. And I love her very much. She has taught me a lot about growing up and how to be happy. That happiness comes from what you do, not what you have. That love and family means more then your paychecks and that friendship can last through anything. I love my mama very much. And she will always be a huge part of my life.