Doing my nails for mom. Pink and red were her favorite colors... and of course, #RosesForRosa🌹🌹 Last picture are roses sent from my family at work. Mom rarely said, "No" when we wanted something. But, when I was in 3rd grade, mom told me she wouldn't buy me the Lee Press-On nails that all my friends were wearing. She told me that if I wanted them, she would get them for me at the end of the summer. All I had to do was stop biting my nails. She pulled out a box of nail polish with all these gorgeous colors and told me that I could use them to keep me from biting my nails. We spent many days that summer doing our nails together. When we were about to start school shopping as the summer ended, she kept her promise and offered to get me those Lee Press-On nails. My nails were long at this point and they were no longer necessary. So she got me more polish instead. She always knew what was best for me. She found creative ways to help me discover those things myself. I'm not sure if I understood how much that discovery process sculpted my life... until now. I have been told that I have a "special set of skills". I'm good at connecting the dots and getting people to do things they don't necessarily want to do. Thanks for teaching me to fish, Mom. I owe everything I am to you. #RIPMom https://www.instagram.com/p/CozgtLUutcV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=