got it from her.

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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