My mother. Shoulders strong enough to battle any “Big Game” linebacker and patience worthy of a saint. Of undying love and unwavering loyalty.
My daughter. A spirit of complete independence one minute and helplessness the next. A lover of shopping yet has more money in her piggy bank than I would ever have in my wallet – guess it’s obvious whose money she spends.
Today was a beautifully quiet day set aside just for the girls as the boys in the family escaped for their own adventure. A little shopping, a light lunch, crafting in the afternoon followed by movie and massage later in the evening. I love and adore all the beautiful women in my life, but nothing replaces creating bonding moments between mothers and daughters.