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when Mum came to visit in October |
I have been going over and over in my head exactly what I should say about my Mum. I don't think there are enough adjectives to explain what a wonderful, fantastic, strong, funny, crazy, random, beautiful and just an all round perfect Mother.
It has taken me a long time to get over my parents divorce, and considering I am now 27 seems a little silly. I always thought they would be together forever and my brothers and I would have that perfect family life, however that would not be the case. They separated nearly 10 years ago, and never ever once did I blame or think it was my mothers fault. To be honest, I think it was the most courageous thing one person has ever done, was to pack up and move from Perth to Adelaide with my brothers.
From the age of 18/19 on-wards I had people tell me how much I looked like my mum, and I hated it. However my Mum was (and still is) GORGEOUS when she was my age. As I am now a little bit older, I love when people compare me to her.
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my wedding day |
All I have ever wanted was my Mum to be happy and loved unconditionally and know that she is the Woman, Mother, Friend and Lady I strive to be and will love you forever and ever. I will always be your little girl, Floss, Stace, Daughter, wherever I am in the world and I will always need you, Love you long time x (and I will stop crying now :)