Mom
I just had the warmest thought about my mom.
She always tried to make everything beautiful. She still does.
Rose bushes next to our crappy little house and hedges and a fence - she kept the house as clean as could be working tirelessly Friday night after a full day of work. Finding joy in it - resentful hard work sometimes… but joy in trying to provide something beautiful. It’s what kept her going her whole life and it’s something I love about her.
My mother is a sturdy caring person to me. I think the best parts of me - are from her.
