Sometimes you forget how cool your parents can be during the course of your life. The other day I had this little 4x4.5 inch Polaroid to remind me thankfully. I was walking through my kitchen when I noticed this photo on the counter. It stopped me in my tracks because I hadn't seen it for years. It's a shot of my mom and me about 15 minutes before I left home to move to Colorado. I was about 18 or 19 years old and it was the first time I left home to live far away. Two days before this shot was taken my three friends and I decided to go to Summit County and work at Keystone Mountain for the winter. It was last minute planning at it's best. Out of the four guys going the only car we had was a little four door Geo Metro. Let's just say essentials were the only thing packed. My mom never questioned the thought of making me stay. She did everything in her power to make sure that I was prepared for the whole trip. She even repacked our car so we could take all of the crap we wanted to take. It was weird leaving home for the first time. The further we drove from home the more it felt like an adventure. We got to Summit County. Two of us ended up getting jobs. Two didn't. Let me tell you that was a rough call to my mom. "Can you come get me?" Five of the hardest words to ever get out. After a long lecture and some stern words directed at me she loaded up the car with my step-dad, Bob, and they drove from St. Louis to Frisco, CO straight through. It wasn't the first time she had bailed me out of hot water and I'm pretty sure it wasn't the last. She did what good moms do. Protect her young. I can't thank her enough.
Happy Birthday Mom
