Happy Birthday, MOM!!!

You wouldn't believe how old this woman turned today even if I did tell you, so we'll skip all that and go straigh to the important thing: Today.. is her BIRTHDAY.

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!! 

♥ mom.

Every year, it seems like I try to one-up my dedication from the previous year, especially when it comes to family birthdays. I sat for a while today trying to configure what I could share that hasn't already been stated about this woman, and decided there isn't much.

That means that she's constant. If anything, it means that she's improving me, while being that solid rock on which a lot of people in my family lean and rely. She's driven, charismatic, decisive, thorough and patient [well, most of the time she's patient]. She's generous; my mother is the epitome of a selfless woman. At the end of my life, I can only hope to look back and find that I've closely modeled hers; she is the type of anchor that could stand to be duplicated many times for the benefit of mankind as a whole. She's a God-fearing sister, mother, aunt, grandmother and friend, whose reliability and consistency proves her an easy source of sound council and input. I am, for lack of more descriptive clarity, blessed to call this woman my mother. Happy birthday to my mom, the lantern of our house and ever-encouraging personification of the characteristics I need the most. I love you; happy, happy birthday! ♥

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I wasn't able to spend today with my mother, but we've made plans to celebrate here in Cincinnati a little later on, once moving has been completed.

Oh, yeah, that. Here's an update. It looks more like a tornado, but progress is progress, even if it simply means getting everything into one place and staged for the sorting. I brought the dogs along to keep me company. This is what's happening. I promise, this is not an episode of Hoarders.


testaments of another step forward. into a mess. we stepped into a mess. :/ agh!

Just looking at these pictures gives me a near-insurmountable amount of anxiety. I've been here before, in this state of flux, in that moment when you wish... you just wish you could find that one, little    (insert tiny item, ie., nailclipper?! that's likely buried in the deepest corner of a box somewhere)     . Good luck, right? Yeah. That was the sensation I had all this evening as I paddled upstream against a school of boxes and miscellaneous stuff. I don't believe I do, but this kinda crap makes me feel as though I have uncontrollable OCD issues. *Breathe, Cori. Haha.

.... earlier today...

^ Maybe eating like a rabbit will aid me in my quest of tranquility in the midst of moving. Haha. Or, maybe that part will just help me continue into this new year as that rejuvinated-from-the-inside-out person we all promised we would be once we were done shoving Christmas dinner(s) down our throats. Haha. One thing at a time. And while the salad was delicious, I'm presently in a ravenous state of hunger that will be dealt with here shortly [and likely in an embarrassing, gluttonous fashion].

Anyway,

"are we done yet?"

These two along with the other furball, were ready to call it a night; I obliged and that brings us to now, back in our old digs, with what little we toted over here for the keeping. There certainly is nothing quite like vagabond status. Haha...

Atsa' Wrap!

xo | cmd