Today is a special day. My mommy is turning 60! And if you know me then you know about my mom. She pretty much comes up in most conversations I have with people that last more than 10 minutes.
She's my rock.
I remember watching her put lipstick on when I was little and hoping I could be as beautiful as her one day.
Or reading books together in her bed, snuggled under the blankets.
When I was scared she would lay down with me in my tiny twin bed until I could fall back asleep, and rub my back and sing to me.
But my favorite memory with my mom is the long talks we would have when I was in high school in the morning. We would sit with our coffee and sometimes talk for 2 hours in the morning, being lazy and enjoying each other.
When I think of her, I think of the two chairs, the footstool and big steaming mugs of coffee.