Mama Monkey

For some reason my mom called us monkeys when we were little. But then, for some reason, when I moved in with her in college, she called me a monkey again. Not sure if it was the way I acted, smelled, or the times I would swing from the ceiling... but the name stuck. Now we continue to call each other "Monkey" or "Little Monkey."

For Mother's Day week, I pay tribute to a wonderful mom and one of my best friends. She'd probably be mad at me for the picture I posted (we do take good ones). I liked it because it was from my last birthday, and she last minute-ly decided to go out with Jeff and me for dessert... something she isn't really known for doing. So this photo reminds me of some happy memories she made for me... just a fraction of all the others.