Mom.

I love my mom because it is a well-known fact that I have the cutest mom in the world. And this idea has been confirmed by many people beyond my own family, so that is how I know it's true.

I love my mom because once, after a boy broke up with me in college, she sent me a package with a cute new shirt and a note that said, "It's always good to go shopping after a breakup, so you can look even more fabulous. Just thought I'd help."

I love my mom because every situation always seems better after you talk to her about it. Even if she hasn't given you any particularly great advice (which she usually has), it just helps to have her listen.

I love my mom because she makes world-famously delicious dinner rolls, cinnamon rolls, and chocolate chip cookies.

I love my mom because sometimes she dances like a pirate.

I love my mom because whenever she leaves a message on my phone, it always starts out, "Hi Laura, it's your mom..." like I wouldn't know who it was otherwise (or that I would be confused if she just said "it's Mom" - wait, whose mom is it?).

I love my mom because she is a Tetris and Sudoku wizard.

I love my mom because she doesn't get mad when we make fun of her voicemails or for things like forgetting what movies she has or hasn't seen, because deep down she knows we think she's Superwoman.

I love my mom because sometimes she laughs so hard that her voice gets really high and squeaky and she cries.

I love my mom because she is the kind of woman I want to be someday.


I love my mom because she's my mom.