My Mom Jackie

I took my mom out for dinner tonight. One on one time is rare. Usually we are surrounded by a loud demanding family and unable to get more than one sentence of conversation in. I like my Mom, even when she is crazy. We have many "jackie" ism in our family. Mom threatened to drown the family fish if we didn't clean out the tank in about 1983. We laughed for hours, she wasn't as amused. She can handle mountains of pressure but when she explodes it is like a volcano and then it is over. She is an amazing person. She has beat stage 4 liver cancer, has nicer skin than me and can walk 18 holes at Silver Springs golf course. She wore a pair of high heeled sandals tonight that most of my friends wouldn't attempted. She is a widow, not a whiner. She is talking about going to Florida for four weeks in the spring on her own. She is strong, makes no excuses and lives her life. She is always on the move, and never a green blade of grass under her feet at 74. I am blessed with an incredible gene pool and an incredible mother.