to my mom.

my dad, my mom, and Jessica <3

hey mom. i wrote this one for you.

Mother’s day is this in fact Sunday (a little reminder incase you’ve forgotten). Which brings me to our topic today. Moms. Mostly mine. Because I do believe that my mom is the best ever.

Growing up, it’s not uncommon to hear people complain about their moms, or how they dread becoming them. Which is kinda sad. As for me, I am nothing short of honored when I’m told I resemble my mom. She’s amazing. If you haven’t had the pleasure of meeting her yet, DeAnna is an icon. Truly. I think the majority of my friends think that she’s cooler than me.

She has four children (me, and my three little siblings: Dawson, Hannah, and Levi). That in and of itself is gold metal worthy. Four kids?! But she also homeschooled us. I don’t know about you, but I am not quite sure how I would manage being in my home teaching my four children of different ages and abilities, but she did it. Everyone clap for my mom. That’s so cool of her.

My mom is an excellent (and I mean excellent) baker. I’m basically convinced that there’s nothing she can’t do. I haven’t seen a baked Alaska yet, but if she wanted to, it would happen. I think just about everyone that has tasted her cupcakes (or cake or cookies or cinnamon rolls) would agree with me.

DeAnna is one of the funniest people I know. She comes off a little bit mysterious, but to know her is to love her. She has never been one to take herself too seriously and is more than okay with laughing at her own mistakes. Making her laugh feels like winning the Olympics. Not because it’s hard, but because if DeAnna laughs, you’re laughing too. She’s a wonderful wife and helper. Her and my dad have started (and mostly finished) countless projects around our home, and she is consistently the one assisting.

She does an amazing job of taking care of me and my three siblings and little Opie Taylor (our new puppy, who is like a toddler). She’s generous; always opening her home and sharing her food with our friends. She is always willing to be invested in whatever is going on in my world and feels things with me, whether annoyance or laugher or sadness.

I have many qualities I can attribute largely to her. My persistence (stubbornness..?), so much of my humor, my bedtime, my desire for a large and CLEAN kitchen… I could go on. If you can think of one, please let me know.

All that being said, the older I get, the more respect I have for her and all that she does and has done. I hope one day to be half the cook and teacher and nurturer and friend that she is.

SO… This is your reminder.

Call your mom.

Even better, give her a hug (even if she doesn’t like hugs, it’s the thought that counts… or at least that is what i’m telling myself. sorry not sorry mom).

Thank her for being the lovely, beautiful, hardworking woman she is.

Hi G. I know you don’t like being the center of attention, so apologies for that…

Thanks for having my back and letting me sit too close to you on the couch and for always making me smoothies. Thanks for all the “how’s your day?” texts and funny instagram memes and for keeping me grounded when I’m being spacey. I love being your slightly taller and also more annoying twin. I’m endlessly proud and so very thankful to be able call you my mom. I love you forever. When I grow up, I want to be like you.

Always, Abigail