Mums the word

First of all, happy mothers day to me. I'm the proud mommy of a beautiful puppy named tank. I love him and he loves me. It's odd though because I keep wishing him a happy mothers day (I'm a crazy dog lady ok? Accept it. I have.) as if he's a mom. And in the littlest of ways sometimes he is. Like how he comforts anyone when you're sad because he can just tell. And how he takes such good care of Lucy. He's a better mom than I'll probably ever be.
But no one is better than my mom. Me and baby bird put her through hell every single day and most of the time, she still makes us feel like heaven. She taught me that even if you're fighting, you say I love you before you leave or go to sleep. Because that will make you realize what is great in life. I've watched her give up so much for my family and I have no idea how she does it. Even though I always complain about her meatloaf, she's always been amazing to me. I love you more than anything in the world. Love, your baby girl.

On a note that I find very funny, we went to my grandmas for brunch today and this is what my aunts boyfriend deems as acceptable dining wear. Wait for it....

Really, greg? Really? You think you can pull of an indiana jones hat, yellow tinted glasses with a sunglasses flap up, swim trunks, flip flops, and a sweatshirt? Really? And that seventies porno mustache. Actually?