Happy Birthday, Mum.

It's my mother's birthday today. This is her and I, snuggling. Circa 1983.

We were supposed to be sharing meals and hot drinks today but the relentless rain belting down all over the north-east of the state has kept us apart.

But there are these words, in the meantime.

I have inherited mum's love of rustic country-ness, laneway walks, reading, a penchant for acting-the-fool, staunch vegetarianism, famed craziness and questionable dance moves. Where I see the macro, she sees the micro.

My mum is famous among my family and friends for being pretty darn unreal. She is the confidante, the cook, the cleaner, the teacher, the yogi, the lightness, the realist, the questioner, the read-aloud-erer - for so many apart from just me.

But, I am one of only two lucky enough to call her 'Mum'.

Happy birthday Brenda Jean.
xo.