Mom, how could you let Dad go out like that? Look at the fly on his jeans: it's a foot long a least!
Mom probably never imagined I'd end up as a brunette with semi-strategically-placed tattoos.
Dunagan girls are known for their, uh, unique fashion sense. I guess mom had a good laugh at us for the entirety of our elementary and middle school years.
I feel that I need to give special shout out to my mom, who also happens to be my best friend. One of the few blessings of aging is the evolution of parental relationships into something less dictatorial and more equal. I feel extraordinarily lucky to be able to count my mom as one of the closest people to my heart, a person that knows me better than I know myself, who always knows exactly the right thing to say and do and who can always cheer me up or put me in my place. I'm also one of those lucky people that knows they're lucky, so I frequently remind her of how fabulous she is, but since it's the official holiday, I thought I'd say it again. In honor of you, mom, I offer you this gift: YOU ARE ALWAYS RIGHT! :)
Also, in marrying Philip, I'm gaining a new mother, and I couldn't be happier about it. I so look forward to spending time with Mom Carole. She always has an interesting anecdote to tell, has impeccable grammar, makes an awesome chicken dinner, houses a repository of much fine China, is generous and extremely thoughtful, could write the book on manners and takes the longest amount of time to make a salad that I've ever witnessed (in her defense, it was delicious and I had multiple servings).
And, last but not least, I am also looking forward to getting to know my soon-to-be grandmother, often fondly called Bet-tie. She is very spry and quick-witted and makes the most amazing pimento cheese I've ever had. Her cheese straws and cookies are pretty dang good, too. I'm hoping her knees are having a good day on October 17th so she can get out on the dance floor and cut a rug. Philip tells me she has a few break dancing moves that will take the crowd by storm.