Moms are a Special Kind of Someone. Silent and strong. Mouthy and mushy. 1600+ kinds of beautiful.

I know this is so because Mom says so.

Moms are sometimes sentimental. Like the other day. Mom, The Kid and I were walking home from the library. All of a sudden Mom gets all misty-eyed. Something about Fridays and Storytime at the library.

“Do you remember how we used to walk over to the library every week for Storytime when you were a little kid?” she says to my brother. He’s the youngest. I have three other brothers older than him. “How did you get to be 19 so fast?” she asks.

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