Eomma at Double Five

Though we just came from my grandma kasmeng's requiem, we, the living, celebrated the life of my mom spanning fifty-five years and counting.  I shy away from birthday tribute posts that reeks with seriousness and more often than not sounds like eulogy.  However, I figured better my loved ones read this while she'll alive than lifeless, right? *morbid mode off*
I just love my mom to bits.  Growing up, half of the time she drove me crazy with her OCness.  She wouldn't let me waste my life, kick my tush hard when I'm being lazy but lovingly reward me whenever I did my part.  Might have landed me one of those Pharmacist Jobs but knowing her, she'll bug me to pursue a career in Medicine should I even try.  Still, the good mom that she is, she discussed my options with me.  I think it's part of being mom, interfering with our daughter's life specially when all one can think of is boys, boys and boys :D
Jezz, what was I thinking?! I can't go on with this post anymore lest I get too emotional and cry.
The thing is, I could only wish I'll be as half-good as a mom I am to the little girl as she is to me.  No expensive gifts this time.  Nevertheless, I love you mom and happy birthday!