This is my mom. She is the smallest, cutest, most adorable little lady I have ever met (besides my nana, of course) and I love her so much. If you ever see the way I am around her, you would know this right away. My nana likes to tell me stories about my mom when she was my age and how I'm just like her. We're both loud, crazy, ridiculous, Polhill girls- as Nana likes to phrase it. We both sing obnoxiously because we know we wouldn't be able to sing in-tune even if we tried. We always have to take pictures when we go out to eat and she takes me to the Barnes and Noble in Hickory to see Ethan even though she hates the way he makes her coffee. We make fun of each other and laugh until we have tears streaming down our cheeks at things that nobody would ever understand. We get into in-depth conversations about what we would do if she won the lottery and who I'm going to marry when I'm older. I can't count how many times she's tried to teach me how to waltz in the kitchen at my nana's and we've ended up stepping on each other's feet, falling to the ground from laughing so hard. She understands things my dad would never, like getting upset over my hair and she's always a phone call away if I ever need to complain about it. She always listens to what I say and cries when I cry even if she has no idea what I'm upset about. She gives the best advice I've ever heard and always helps me see things more clearly when the world doesn't seem to make sense. She's one of the only people I can be my complete and total self around and she tries to make "that's what she said" jokes even though she doesn't get the concept at all. She's the only person who's absolutely always there for me and I think I might take that for granted sometimes. I love her so much and I have no idea what I would do without her in my life. And even though I don't see her that often, that will never change.