It's true! I've spent the past two mornings of not working (curse you, weather gods, curse your miserable selves) doing things my mother has done on a regular basis for as long as I can remember.
Drinking this -
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| I think I've finally become an adult. |
Doing this -
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| Captain's Inn by Little House Needleworks (one of my current stichy projects) |
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With this beside me on the couch -
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| Actually the other one is with me today but my camera isn't charged. |
But it's all good. I love my mother, and can't imagine ever being upset about turning into her. If I can be half the cook/artist/wife/mother/friend that she is, then I'll count my life a success.
I probably wax poetic about my family a lot, but it's because I'm related to so many wonderful people.
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