lipstick and pearls
when i was a little girl i used to love to watch my mom get ready for an evening out. like the real kind, without kids. it was completely amazing to me, the transformation that occurred as she went from my mom to someones stunning wife.
she would slip on for-real-high-heels and clasp a tiny strand of pearls around her neck. she would apply lipstick and then take it off. she would say, less is more, a simple statement that became a life lesson which i'll value forever. she was so pretty. she is beautiful.
gosh i feel lucky to have a mom like her as i experience motherhood myself. her devotion to our family is exemplary. her love is, in the truest sense of the word, unconditional. her children are hard headed, opinionated and selfish and this woman who is perpetually flexible, open-minded and selfless, lives to love us. we're lucky.
happiest of birthday's mom.
she would slip on for-real-high-heels and clasp a tiny strand of pearls around her neck. she would apply lipstick and then take it off. she would say, less is more, a simple statement that became a life lesson which i'll value forever. she was so pretty. she is beautiful.
gosh i feel lucky to have a mom like her as i experience motherhood myself. her devotion to our family is exemplary. her love is, in the truest sense of the word, unconditional. her children are hard headed, opinionated and selfish and this woman who is perpetually flexible, open-minded and selfless, lives to love us. we're lucky.
happiest of birthday's mom.

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