Wednesday, August 27, 2008

52

Eight years ago this week, my mom moved me into my dorm for my freshman year of college.

I remember being afraid that she would cry. It wasn't that I thought she would make a scene. It isn't that I didn't want to be embarrassed. It is that I knew that my moving out of the house would be hard on her. I was afraid of making her upset.

I told her that at dinner tonight. She was surprised; I'm not exactly sure why. I have lived my entire life to make her happy and proud. I have based decisions on whether they could make her upset.

She is my north star.

On August 27, 1956 she was born.

Happy birthday, Momma.

1 comments:

Stace said...

so sweet!

 
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