got it from her.

February 4, 2009
Love is sharing popcorn with you every night as we laugh at David Letterman talk about nothing.
Love is when you wake me up at 2:17 am just to tell me that we're out of school.
Love is when I say something mean, just to have you tackle me down and tickle me until I almost pee myself.
Love is when you speak softly to me, advising me of wrong choices.
Love is speaking.
Love is listening.
and I love you, Mom.





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