Meet my Mom, Terry, who is my ambassador of style. Just wait until I get some 80’s pics in digital format, she rocked that decade!
Mom gave me my sense of style and a caring heart (and the no boob trait! but I got the metabolism, can’t be too picky! I would have liked to have gotten her patience though.)
Most people, and I would agree, say I look like my dad. But as a person, I am my truly mom with Dad’s academic brain and strong will. I mean, we even have the same laugh. The truth of the matter is, if I turn out to be half of the woman she is, I will feel blessed.
Today she’s in bed resting after a “cosmetic procedure” that looking at this picture, I don’t think she needed, but I don’t know what 50 feels like so I can’t say that I wouldn’t do the same.
When it comes down to it, despite her exterior beauty, it is her soul that shines and draws people to her. She’s never met a man that didn’t fall head over heels for her. Even when I was in college, she would come out with my friends and I, and all of the guys at the bar would form a circle around her. Mom would have them laughing in stitches in minutes, and on the dance floor in ten!
She’s just entirely stunning. I wish that everyone felt this way about their mom. I think it would be so painful to not love and respect my mom, and to not have someone in life that would truly never judge you and would walk through fire for you. I don’t think I could live without her.