Been thinking about my mom, who's turning ??? years old today, and how she's not perfect (but who is?!), but that that's okay, because she loves me. And you need a mom's love around, floating like a gas, just in case you ever have to breathe it in—like on those really tough mornings when you didn't sleep, just turned over and over until your legs were all tangled up in the sheets, and coffee isn't nearly enough to do battle with the kinda day facing down on you. That's what you need a mom's love for. And you need her for her potato salad recipe.
Also, it's bonus mom goodness if you can get her to cry at your wedding (as above, at my big sis's wedding). Love you, mom!