My dear mom. She’s supported all my crazy endeavors through the years. When I wanted to be in the NBA she bought me high-priced sneakers and sent me to basketball camps. When I wanted to be a pro bike racer she showed up to races all over the state, cheering me on through thick and thin.
And now, even though I’m all grown up, the tradition continues. Check out this license plate frame she had made…
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