Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Linda


Linda is also my mother.  She was the one that taught me to ride a bike, who took me to school on the first day and who got me my first perm.  Like a lot of mother-daughter relationships, we've had our ups and our downs, but luckily the ups keep winning.   She's who I call when I'm elbow deep in spaghetti sauce and not sure what to do next.  We did so many things together when I was growing up - skiing, snowshoeing, shopping.   She taught me how to garden (not that it seemed to stick with me!) and how to iron my clothes.  

She is my Mom.
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