…to the mom who knew I’d be “trouble” the moment I was born when my hair was so maroon it looked purple under the hospital lights (surprise! never a dull moment from the get-go!) and later when I learned how to walk at 9 months, before there were shoes tiny enough to fit my feet (Ahead of the curve! I’m ready!)…

…who taught me how to bake from scratch, who made a lot of our clothes…

…who made all of our Halloween costumes…

…even the ones we regretted then (ahem, me) or would regret later (ahem, Lianna)…

…and continues to do more for me than I could ever fit into one blog post or a hundred…