Sue told me this would be a cool topic to blog about.
My mom and I share the same birthday. She turned 29 the same day she had me so that means, since this is my 29th birthday, I will be exactly half her age tomorrow. It also means that I have been in her life for half of it (that's a lot of Andi).
This year, for our birthday, we are going to watch Mamma Mia on Broadway with my two sister-in-laws! We're all really excited. Well, we're not going for another month or so, but it's something to look forward to. I'm actually going to spend my birthday working late and going to my friend Amanda's house to watch America's Next Top Model. My mom is going to painting class. Not very exciting, I know.
I love my mom very much. She's always told me that she's my best friend, and the older I get, the more I realize it's true. She's always there for me (no matter how much of a brat I can be) and she makes me laugh with her random thoughts. One of my favorite stories to tell about her is how when I was little, I asked her if baby Jesus really smiled at the little drummer boy (like in the song) and she told me he probably had gas.
I love you, mom. Even though you correct my grammar. I'm just kidding, I'm glad you correct my grammar, it's made me a better person. That doesn't give you permission to do it more!
Thank you for being a part of my life. I hope the next 29 years will make me more like you.