My mom taught me how to make yogurt, bake bread, have a garden, raise chickens, identify bird calls, and put rice in a sock and microwave it to make a heating pad. And then she goes and calls me a hippie. Happy Mother's day! Love you!
Also, Clare and I took the most flamboyant flowers we could find to the cemetery, and we sang an Elvis song for my mom.
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