My mom turned hmmmfffmumblemumble years old this year. She's been great ma to me and a great friend.

My neighbors have teenage girls that seem to drive them up the wall. They argue about who gets to use the car and how long their current grounding will last. I laugh and think about how I was when I was a teenager. I don't remember my mom and I having any huge fights or me storming out of the house screaming, "I hate you!" I'm sure I was annoying and slightly bratty though. And I remember always wanting NEEDING to use the car.. "I neeeeeeed it. I neeeeeeed to go to so-and-so's house. Pleeeeeaaaaasssse!"

Anyways...these days, I smile at my neighbors as they're sending one of the girls to their room and taking the others phone away and say, "Don't worry, when they are in their early twenties, they'll come around. I promise."

Happy birthday, ma. Love you.