Mother’s Day, she comes in with a bunch of beautiful roses, Champagne and a heat-shaped macaroon.

I am not the mother.  She came in my life as a student and transformed as a friend.

Now, that’s close to perfection.  That’s Julie!  This blog is dedicated to her.  She kicked my toosh and pushed me into this.  I guess that’s what kids do in your life?

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