my fairy tale

I had a terrible dream last night (which is becoming a theme lately) that my mommy just suddenly died. It was pretty awful. It seemed so real, not like I woke up and actually thought it happened, but I remember what I felt like. It’s weird that I dreamed this now, because on Saturday I was telling Stephanie how excited I was with my relationship with my parents. 

Until about a year ago, my parents and I absolutely hated each other! We really did. Screaming fights all of the time, not speaking to each other, etc. But then last spring I decided to turn my life around. In the past year we’ve grown so incredibly much. We went from never speaking and never hanging out to me coming home almost every weekend and talking several times a week. She called the other day just to see how I was doing which never happened before.

My mom has put up with a lot from me and she still loves me. I don’t agree with a lot of things she does, but its great to feel mature enough to look past that and still be on good terms with her. Its really nice having a mom around. I see why so many girls are best friends with their moms.

I just love this.