Friday, August 27, 2010

Becoming like my mother

I know, it's every woman's worst fear.

Not me.

Every time I cook one of my mom's dishes for dinner, or wrap a little spoon in a paper towel and rubber-band it to my lunch box the way she did, or iron my shirts the way she taught me - I get the warm fuzzies thinking about everything she's done for me.

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