Today is my Mommy's birthday. She is also known as Mommers, Anettey-Woo-Woo, Crazy Lady, and Mommy-kins. Annette was blessed with five crazy kids, and while I don't know how all the nicknames started, they have certainly stuck. If you saw us all together, you'd never think we grew up in a strict Roman Catholic military household. I call my dad "Dude" so much that Ryan will ask me "how's Dude doing?" after I talk to my parents. We also routinely tease our parents just because we can and sometimes my mom likes to go to bed at 8:30. Sorry, but she deserves to be called an old lady if she's going to go to bed that early.
Anywho, this morning I put on my Pandora station for the wedding music and a Tina Turner song came on (the only request my mom has made for the reception is that we play some Tina Turner). Suddenly, it was like I was in our house in Virginia. I remember Mommy putting on music while we were cleaning. I made chores fun by pretending I was Cinderella and Mom made them fun by dancing around the house as she cleaned. Yet again I was reminded I'm turning into my mother.
I often find myself singing at the top of my lungs or lip-syncing, even when I'm alone, to my favorite songs and dancing around the house while I cook, clean, or just hear a song that makes me wanna move. Sure, I look like a lunatic, and Ryan thinks I'm crazy, but I can't help myself. I am my mother's daughter and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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