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growing a garden & growing up

5/18/2014

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When you stop being a rotten teenager you find that your parents are actually some of the best people there are -- at least that's what I've found. It may seem like my parents pay me to write good things about them (I mean come on, Mom got a whole post over here!)... but in actuality, I do it because I love them. 

Another thing you find when you're no longer a rotten teenager and have been in college for a few years is your high school friends don't tend to be 'home' much anymore. When you are, they aren't. When they are, you aren't. It's a constant game of tag. But the friends that are always there with arms wide open are your parents, well, my parents at least. 

So, now that school is over (correction, one more blasted day.) I had a few days at home... with my parents... and Baxter. I'm soaking up all this family time because in just about one week I'm headed to Philly for the summer. Words cannot express how EXCITED I am! 

But today -- let's talk about today. Not next week, not 'during the summer', let's talk today. Today was good. Brunch. Momma time. New nail polish. And flowers. Lots and lots of flowers. Mom and I visited our favorite nursery in the area and loaded up our cart with lots of snazzy new plants to dress up the garden with. That Momma of mine has got a green thumb and I love when she includes me in on what to grow next! 

I snapped while she collected the pretty flowers... and of course I got my feet in there for a few. ;) Hope you had a bright, sunny, flower-filled Sunday too!

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momma.

5/12/2014

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There's two things we should all be thankful for right this very second. 

First, that I am not in PA with access to all of our family photo albums. You should be thankful for that because that would mean this post would be exponentially longer... to the infinite degree longer. I, however, should be thankful I'm not in PA because it means I have successfully avoided being sucked into an extensive process that goes a little something like this -- 'flip through the photo album - find worthy picture - take picture out of photo album - take picture of picture with cell phone - put photo back in photo album - crop photo in phone - save photo in phone - adjust the lighting, coloring, and straighten the photo - resave photo in phone - email photo to myself (5 at a time ONLY, says the angry email app) - save photo on computer - upload photo... yadda, yadda, yadda'. Repeat as many times as needed. Ooph, that could be a lot. 

Second, that my mom is the best mom in the entire world. Okay, that may be a thing only I am thankful for... but it's the truth. I don't really want to be all sappy right now, I've had an emotional couple days, but what keeps me moving forward is that I get to go home and spend time with my Momma (fine, and you too Dad!) in just two short sleeps. She's the one who keeps reminding me of that and always at the times I need her words the most. Even though she's the tiniest one in the family now, she certainly has the biggest heart, the best advice, and the warmest hugs. I love you Mom as much as all the city lights I see out my window (x infinity) plus the number of times the crickets creek all night long during the summer nights back home (x infinity + 1). You better believe that's a lot -- you'll never top that one! 

Happy Mother's Day (posted a day late), Mom. Xoxo.

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