Today is the day.
But first, I have to apologize. I lied to you… and I’m sorry.
I pestered you for weeks, asking you if I could get braids before Thanksgiving, making it seem like there was an expiration date on when we could put the hair in my head.
But what I couldn’t tell you is that there sort of was.
See, your birthday falls two days after Thanksgiving this year, and I wanted to do something for you that could make you understand that a day centered around turkey and love could never overshadow the day of celebration of your life, the woman who has given me everything.
If anything, Thanksgiving is like an appetizer. It’s one of the happiest, warmest times of the year, reminding us to be grateful for family and the ones closest to our hearts. And you embody all of that: light, gratitude, warmth, strength, happiness, love. I don’t know what or who I would be without you.
Thank you for being the Lorelai to my Rory. Thank you for being the best mother I could’ve ever imagined. Thank you for giving me so much to aspire to. You are my role model.
I want to be just like you.
I always have, and I always will.
You taught me how to be cool, you taught me how to have poise, you taught me how to be powerful.
It’s hard to go a few weeks – hell, a few days even – without someone reminding me that I am the spitting image of you. I joke and deny the fact that God copied and pasted your features onto my face, but really, it makes me proud. I want to be just like you, and I wouldn’t want to look like anyone else.
I once said that I am an almost exact replica of the Karen from the ’80s and ’90s.
So to emphasize this, I enlisted the help of my best friend Chioma and her wonderful photography skills (@foundchichi).
I didn’t need to get the braids before Thanksgiving.
I needed to get the braids before your birthday.
I love you Mom, and happy birthday. 🙂