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Called Mommy in New Mexico today to wish her Happy Mother's Day. 

For those who don't know me that well, Mommy is not my bio mom.  Less said about the latter, the better.

Mommy is my friend Nikki's mom.  She adopts people.  She's like a mother hen with chicks from every other coop under her wings. 

When I was in the hospital and felt like the world had fallen away, she and Nikki were there, even when I wouldn't see anyone, because I didn't want anyone to see me.  They were still in the waiting room, loving me anyway.

When Mommy says, "I'm praying for you, baby girl,"  I know that her God really is a loving God because he's the one who exists in her heart.  Her God kicks ass, and still has time to look out for me, because she asked him to.

Mommy is an awesome cook, with absolutely nothing at all to work with.  She could take shoe leather,  a bucket of worms, and a bottle of 409 and make it into something delicious.

Mommy yells at the assholes on Fox News.  There are strict limits now on how much news she's allowed to watch, so she doesn't put too much of a strain on her heart.

Unconditional love was something I don't think I ever really understood until I learned it from her.  Reading about something isn't the same as actually experiencing it.  Watching it in action is a little like watching the acrobats at the circus.  They make it look so easy, because they practice it every day.

I had to wait almost 40 years to have a real mom.

I'm so glad she finally found me.