So my awesome, super cool roomie wrote a poem. And I am going to share it with you.
A Poem for My Rumi, mother of 2:
Maneuvers that minivan like it’s a mini-coupe
Ordained to mommy-hood without the normal prerequisites (both unfortunate and fortuitous)
Multitasks like a pro, balancing children, a family, a career and a social life (at least bi-daily rumi chats) all at once
MILF at the ripe old age of 23
Yogurt, teddy grahams, mac’n’cheese, and apple juice are her chef specialties
Goddess of domesticity – ask her to make you a quesadilla sometime!
Rocks out to Veggie Tunes
Operates like a mom 24/7 – even after 8.5 coronas!
Totes a purse ergonomically designed for cell phone, checkbook, band-aids, snack crackers, juice boxes, random happy meal toys, and enough Aleve to knock out a gorilla (she calls it ‘urban chic’)
Enthusiastically cheers as a horde of banshee midgets play bumper cars off of each other while chasing a poor, unsuspecting soccer ball
I love you Mollie!!!
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Tuesday
You can't help respecting anybody who can spell 'Tuesday', even if he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling 'Tuesday' simply doesn't count.
If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together... there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you.
-Winnie the Pooh
If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together... there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you.
-Winnie the Pooh
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