Moms are the best.

There's a song I listen to everyday. I feel like it fits perfectly with my life at the moment. Miranda Lambert knows my heart. Maybe it's because we are both Oklahoma girls...it goes something like this.

"Sometimes I wish I lived on a mountain

Drank from a stream instead of a fountain

I'd stay there, top of the world

But I was born a red-dirt girl"

Another reason I like it is because late one night on our way home from visiting my grandmother, my mother leaned over to me, patting my leg and said (in her charming Okie-accent), 

"You're a red-dirt girl aren't you, sweat pea?"

Yes, yes I am mom. And I'll always be one. 

I've been missing her lately. Along with my dad. Living in the mountains far, far away from the wind-blown plains of Oklahoma has its ups and downs. And these past few weeks have had its downs. But today, a few things have changed that. 

Let me just start with my dear friend Laurel. She received her birthday present that I made her, and the response was everything I hoped it would be. I wanted to do something special for her- so I made a "Lessons learned from Laurel" book. It was cute, I have to admit. And I really did not want to part with it, but she loved it. So I'm happy with that. It was kind of a gift to me, because it allowed me to relieve some of my stress through making something creative. 

The other great thing that happened today had to do with two of the most adorable women in Oklahoma: my mother and the Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond. 

This week the Pioneer Woman is coming to have a book signing with her latest book "Black Heels to Tractor Wheels." 

Of course, I'm going. She's amazing. 

So this evening as I was walking home from school I called my mother and told her this exciting news. 

Apparently my mother is on the same brain wave with me this week. I've been asking her to send my favorite green sweater and she's been postponing it for awhile, telling me that she was "working on some other things" to fill my package. I just wanted my green sweater. But oh, I am so glad that she waited. 

Last weekend she waited in line all afternoon to get Pioneer Woman's book signed. She waited. And waited. But like how most mothers have busy schedules, she had to leave. My mother does not give up easily though. 

She called later that evening to see if PW was still there. She was. So, naturally my mother races down the highway and makes it there. Just. In. Time. Actually, it was more like Pioneer Woman and her family backing out of the parking lot and my mother waving them down to stop. 

Luckily, they did. And Pioneer Woman was "as nice as she could be, even after she'd been at it all day." She signed our books, and they went on there way. Little did they know that they would be a part in making this girl's day today. 

That's why moms are the best. 

They can know what you are thinking and feeling, 

even when you don't know yourself. 

They know how to make your day ten times better.