Speaking of Social Graces...

My Mom and I were in car driving home from bible study Wednesday night and I had mentioned something about Girls of Grace. Mom looked at me and said, "Speaking of social graces, you have none!" I tried telling her that I was somewhat socially graceful, but she couldn't be convinced. "Annastazia, you can barely walk with out falling over flat surfaces, your glasses make you look like some alien bug-eye monster, you can't talk with out correcting yourself, you're blonde, you can't dance to save your life (eek....Encore....), and you walk like your dad! You are a living breathing Gregory, everything from the way you walk to your frizzy strawberry blonde hair to having to wear the Breathe-Right strips to breath at night! You have Stofer written all over you!" At this point both of us were laughing so hard we could hardly breathe because we both knew it was true. (She over exaggerated a little.) There was something about the way that my mother playfully insulted me that was just absolutey hilarious. She was laughing at me and I was laughing at her laughing at me. It's moments like these when I really appreciate the open relationship I have with my mom. What started out as a "pick on Annastazia rant" turned out to be an awesome conversation with her. We talked about everything: my friends, my frustrations, my bible reading, my grades (eek...it's just barely a 4.0), my various choirs, and just anything that was on my mind. Our lives are so busy that sometimes my mom and I get caught up in what we need to be doing every second of everyday and forget about talking personally with each other. It was my mom who comforted me through the move, and she is always there for me. When we pulled in the yard, Momma told me to help her unload the groceries. She stopped the car, and when I was about to get out she said, "You really are your father's daughter." Trying to decide whether that was an insult or a compliment, I grabbed like 7 bags of groceries and headed inside. I decided it was a compliment.