Tuesday, July 3, 2012
She's a good Grammy, my mom is.
She's also a good mom, even though I'm all grown up. Although, let's be honest, do we ever stop needing our moms just because we become one ourselves? No. We need them more than ever as we get older. And I am glad that she is mine. There's not a thing I can't turn to her for, not a thing she wouldn't do for me. For that, I am blessed.
I am blessed to have learned from the best.
My mother is awesome, not just because she's my mom. The lady is super fit. More fit than she's ever been, I think. She never used to be a runner, but now...just try and stop her.
F28315, you rock the finish line. Don't ever let yourself think otherwise! You can do it, you can always do it. Even when you feel like giving up. Case and point: Third place finish in your age group at the Hartford run. For a bad run, it sure did end on a good note.
Any race I (we) run with you usually does.
I love that the three of us, mother and daughters, can all run together. Such a great thing to share, and I can only hope to share that same experience with Hannah...who knows, maybe we'll get three generations to pound pavement together one day. There's no doubt in my mind that you'll be one of those cute old lady runners. The ones that move, albeit a bit slower than others, toward the finish line in their matching outfits. The ones you look at and think, "I hope that's me someday."
That's totally going to be you and I'll be so proud.
Happy birthday, mom.
Thanks for being you.
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