my mom.

i promised myself i would never let it happen but

it already has.

I am becoming my mother.

I notice myself throwing my hand into the passenger seat when i have to stop fast

[not that i do a lot, i'm a very safe driver]

and

not putting make up but instead just going without for a day

[i know i'm beautiful either way]

and 

wiping off the counter even when there is nothing on it

and 

letting the dog in when she is barking so it doesn't annoy the neighbors even if i am in a comfy spot

and

 buying M&M's from the man selling them outside Walmart for a good cause, not because i have money but just because its the right thing to do.

and now that i think about it...

i wouldn't want to be anybody else.

love ya mom bushels and bunches.