As a Happy Birthday to her I've come up with ten reasons she's wonderful. (No not in place of a real present, I promise!)
- I'm sick, kids sick, mum's there. AND she has the energy to sit through a three hour Opera after a day of fractious children (including me).
- She likes, no enjoys, lengthy descriptions of situations involving substances her grandchildren produced all by themselves (and I'm not talking playdough here).
- She totally understands that if I am disagreeing with my husband, then I am completely in the right and he has no idea what I am talking about.
- She loves me more that either of my sisters. Not that she's ever actually told me that, but I just know its true. I mean how could she possibly not?
- She is totally and utterly 100% behind whatever scheme I've come up with this time.
- She never ever says "I told you so."
- So does a convincing job of liking all my husbands/boyfriends. Well so far anyway.
- She whole-heartedly believes I can be anything I want to be, including, model, ballerina, astronaut, mother of three, Nobel prize winner, train driver... Actually, I've always had a bit of a hankering to be a truck driver, even though I need assistance from passers-by to reverse park the 4-wheel drive.
- She can drive a truck, and a tractor, and a ride on lawn-mower, and a Quad-bike...
- She isn't scared of anything. Well except for spiders. But I mean, who can blame her for that. All those hairy legs, all those staring eyes, eeeew.
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