This past weekend, I celebrated my best friends birthday. We had a blast. We enjoyed a boat ride on Lake Allatoona in a friends boat. I even got to drive it! I thought he had lost his mind when he asked us if we wanted to drive. I figured we would end up on some rocks somewhere, but alas we are safe.
After the two hour boat ride, we picked up gifts from her mom then headed to a concert at Chastain Park. Chastain Park is an open amphitheatre that patrons bring food and drinks to. It looks a little fancy to see people sitting at the provided tables or in the seats but the viewers bring little tables with them so they can enjoy their meal while watching the concert. It was super hot that day, so they gave everyone little hand fans as they came in the gates. We had a throw back concert, so we went to see Boys II Men and EnVogue. It was a nice concert, but HOT.
The next day, we went to an Atlanta Falcons game. Now, neither of us are sports fans, but we figured it would be a fun experience. It was. We had a blast and I was good and tired by the time Sunday came. Here are just a few, fuzzy pictures to share.
Today would have been my mother’s 60th birthday. It has been a bitter sweet day. I thought of her the entire day and wondered what we would talk about if I could call her on the phone. Actually, I think I know what I would have talked about. I would have just rambled on about my job, school, her sisters, and just everything under the sun. She would have given me advice that I probably didn’t want to listen to even though it was right.
My mom had her opinions about everything, but most of the time she let me make my own way. There are bits of guidance that she gave me that still makes me laugh today…such as not messing up my credit or not dating “island men”. My mom was funny. She dedicated her life to giving me a good life. I honestly believe that most of the things that mom did in her adult life was to give me a better one than she had. I felt that my mom was proud of me when I moved from Wisconsin and got a decent job in Georgia. It’s true that the heart grows fonder when you are apart because coming home to my mom was so special after I moved away. I loved being with her even though she always did those annoying things that mom’s do, such as make you get up and do things for them when you really don’t want to. 🙂
My mom passed away just 4 months shy of her 50th birthday of Pulmonary Fibrosis and other illnesses related to it. I loved my mother. In everything I do, I wonder if she would be happy about it. I wonder if she would still be proud of the woman that I have become. I wonder if she would realize how much I am like her and how much she impacted my life. I wonder if she knew how much I love her. I didn’t get to say it enough. I hope you know how much you meant to me. I hope you know how much I miss you and wish that we could talk. So this post is just for my mom. Mommy, I love you. Happy Birthday. I wish you were here with me.