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Mother's Day

I'm so grateful that I have such amazing mothers to celebrate this mother's day. There's my actual mom, and then my mother-in-law. 

The older I get, the more my relationship with these women changes. My mom is honestly one of my best friends. I would rather hang out with her more than friend's my own age. I've learned so much from her and the two of us are very similar, so she's always able to make me feel better. She's such an amazing woman who's so strong, funny, and smart. I love her so much and hope to be half the mom she is one day. 

Then there's my mother in law. I'd be lying if I didn't say that this relationship has been a struggle for me at times. She's very different from my own mom and it's taken awhile for me to get past my own prejudices and the past. However, we're getting closer and closer, and I'm so thankful for that. She's a very loving woman and is always working for ways to serve. She gives her love to everyone and just wants to laugh with everyone. She always wants to make sure that we're doing alright, and makes great food and knows all of the home remedies for things. I'm so thankful for all the work she did to raise an amazing son and make sure he treats me right. 


For Mother's Day this year, all of the boys cooked my mom breakfast for lunch, which was fun. It's so great seeing all of them interact in the kitchen together, and I hope that we can make this a tradition. They seriously make THE best breakfast food. Yum!


I'm thankful for such amazing women in my life and hope that everyone had a wonderful Mother's Day! 

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