My mom is generally excited about life. Like all the time.
I thought this was normal until I met other moms.
It's not.
I often wondered where I got this Joie de vivre, this zest for life from.
And then I look up and watch this woman try and do the tootsie roll. In the kitchen. Because she can. Oh yeah, that woman is my mom.
And if that's my inheritance, I'll gladly take it.
Wisdom's Knocking:
Don't wait for the opportunity to dance, just because you don't hear music...
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