It kinda blew my mind, because it's so similar to this photo of me at age twenty. I'm standing in the exact same spot on our beach (well, I am slightly to the left, if you note the rocks). The tide is even the same.
I'm a lot like my mom and becoming more like her all the time. She improves me a lot. She used read to us continually (three books per child for each naptime and bed time), so I was reading and writing as a toddler, and I attribute a lot of my academic success to her. But she made fun of me so I wouldn't get too nerdy, so that's good, too.
My mom taught me to cook, sing, take care of babies, and play nice. She made sure I had eight years of classical piano lessons and a decade of clarinet. My loves of peanut butter and pilates and baking bread all come from her. She's always up for taking a walk, going sailing, hiking on the beach, reading the Bible in the sun, or watching an hour of Pride and Prejudice. She lets me borrow her beauty products and stylish shoes. She taught me to draw, wear funky jewelry, and weave fabric. Does it get any cooler than that?
No. It doesn't. She's the epitome of cool.
I love you, mommy.
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