Yesterday, my mom turned 54.

(This would be the perfect place to include a photo of my mom on her birthday.)

She doesn’t look it, though. And because 1) she doesn’t look old, 2) my dad is rarely seen by anyone outside our home and 3) my mom and I are together a lot, we’ve been mistaken for a) sisters, b) sister wives and c) a lesbian couple. We are, actually, simply, I) mother and daughter and II) the best of friends.

(Here’s another great place for a photo. Oooh, one of mom and me, maybe laughing and looking at each other would be good.)

She is my constant. And I love her more than just about anything.

(Next year, my goal is to have some pictures to prove it.)