This is for my Moomsie. Its a rose in my garden. Roses aren't my moms favorite flower and yet I have gotten her countless rose bushes over the years, bouquets, silk roses, paper roses, even chocolate roses. Why, if they are not her favorites? Because roses, it is said signify love and I buy in to that. I love my Mommy! Tim and I have this half serious on going argument about who has the best Mommy. It usually starts with a story from our childhood and ends with "That's why I have the best Mommy in the world!" Then the remaining one of us pipes up with our fondest memory and we go on and on , back and forth until a concession is reached. Something like " Yeah, your Mommy is good too!" What is amazing about these "Mom wars" Is the fact that we have so much "ammo"...Poignant, funny,touching, silly,scary,wonderful memories of Mom. Its hard to believe that there is only one actual holiday on the calender set aside for all this remembering. I say if you have the best mommy in the world (and you don't 'cause mine holds that title) there should be little celebrations everyday in her honor. If chocolate reminds you of your Mom then have a piece and enjoy a memory. A big, fat, cinnamon, dulce latte? Java to you , Mom! A fifth of whiskey and a new tattoo? Cheers, Mom! Me, I'll keep trying to win at Mom wars and enjoy the roses. Happy Mothers Day Ma! I couldn't love you any more. xoxoxoxo Doobs
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