Mother Teresa

This is my mom, Teresa. We like to call her Mother Teresa. Is she a saint like the real one? Ummmm there is some question to that but for the most part...she most definitely is. (Excuse the olden day pics with horrible quality)

Let's start with the beginning...These two met and one thing led to another, you know marriage, babies, the whole sha-bang! Once you're married I feel you automatically get to celebrate Mother's Day. I better get on that if I want people to kiss my feet for this day of celebration!

(Don't you just love the red carpet in our old house? Ian told lies my whole childhood about how you couldn't see the monsters blood dripping from its claws because it blended into the carpet.)

Teresa's first born Ian...welcomed mother dearest into the real world of motherhood. Diaper changing, cleaning puke, and spending all their money on this little fart. Older brothers are great aren't they? Little did he know that Momma and Pappy wanted another. The tiny family's little hellian was on her way!

Oh there I am! Looking all cute with wig-like hair and ya know what? We just look good in our 90's fashion ok? Now my mom had really entered into motherhood. She now had two kids! Two very naughty kids who got into mischief around every corner!

(Ian: skeleton. Dad: Not really sure? Me: Mrs. Doubtfire)

Can you imagine putting up with us? She did. She handled everything. With grace and humor and everything that I want to be like when I am a mom. 

Let's not forget the moms who raised my parents though...My sweet grandmas! They are the kind of grandmas that when you are feeling skinny and good about your diet well... as soon as you walk through the door you know you are going to eat whatever they offer you. You eat it because 1.) It's damn good. 2.) How could you say no? and 3.) Cheating on the diet never hurt for just one day right?

 My mom has sent both Ian and I off on our own growing up adventures. Him on his mission...me to West Yellowstone, although only 4 hours away.

We fight, laugh, shop, annoy dad and Ian, bake, cook, tease, smile, anything and everything. They dedicate an entire day to Mothers because let's be honest...They take care of everything. They are everything. My mom and grandmas cease to amaze me. It is only a hope that one day I can turn out to be just like them. Hopefully the saying "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree" applies to me.

"I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life."

-Abraham Lincoln