I am told that I am the spitting image of my mother. And those words make me the happiest girl in the world. My mother is the most beautiful lady I have ever met.
My mom is a dreamer. When we were young she taught me to climb the walls between our doorways. She broke her toe doing a head stand in my basement on her 45th birthday. She cried with me when I was sad. She laughed with me when I was happy. She made my childhood the best one I could ever imagine, and in my young adult life- she is equally lovely.
To be compared to her is the greatest compliment I could ever receive.