I'm turning into my mother
Love ya, mom 🌝
“I’m turning into my mother,” I say to my wife, stepping out the door and onto our back patio. With my protein shake, cup of water, and superfood juice balanced in my hands, I make my way to our bright-blue plastic patio chairs—careful to not trip over our dog, Annie, and our foster dog, Soup. My wife laughs.
We always joke about how my mom carries a ton…