This is the woman who loved me from day one . . .
who still buys me Barbies because I will always be her little girl . . .
and who will always let me sit on her lap.
(even if I am a grown woman).
This is the woman with the softest hands I’ve ever felt . . .
who texts me baby pictures of myself on my birthday . . .
. . . and writes me letters about how proud I’ve made her . . .
. . . and sends a box full of goodies so that I can have a Mom-approved birthday celebration.
This is the woman who attended every single one of my races in high school—and took the pictures to prove it!
This is the woman who taught me the vital importance of teasing my bangs and eating dessert (but not in that order) . . .
not to mention the healing power of a glass of wine!
This is the woman who, even now, still knows how to deal with me best when I’m feeling like this . . .
and who sounds genuinely happy to hear from me every time I call.
This is the woman who has shown me that I can be anything I want, at any time I want, if I am brave enough to pursue my dreams.
Thank you for believing in me, Mom, even when I didn’t believe in myself
For countless hours spent shopping for prom dresses and learning to French braid my hair
For dealing with dishes of frozen shampoo in your freezer when I was trying to “make” soap
For letting me cry and making me laugh
For my chin and my voice and my love of writing
For always making my bed on my birthday and for surprising me on my 16th
For teaching me about life and about love and about never giving up
You are the bestest mama in the whole wide world! I couldn’t love anyone more! Happy Mother’s Day!