Happiest of Birthdays, Mom.
Mom. One of the sweetest words ever spoken. I love my Mom. Its awesome to have Mom there to call, to bounce things off of, and to talk to everyday. I listen to her advice and suggestions more than I ever did my entire life now. Mom's really DO know everything. Its just that when you're a middle school and high school kid, you think you know everything. Mom knew every step I took and what pile of shit I stepped in. She got super mad at me and I was mad at her. I was mean and rude and awful. History has a funny way of repeating itself. I'm in that stage now that I suck and know nothing. Thank you, Mom, for never throwing in the towel or giving up on me. Thank you for always, I mean ALWAYS being there. Trouble or not. Mostly trouble for most of my life. :)
Thanks, Mom, for being you. For your patience and your kind soul. Thank you for helping me with my children, and all of your grandchildren. You and Grampie are the cutest couple ever. Thank you for stepping through my stroke when I couldn't. Thank you for your encouragement (and Dad's) every day, no matter how bad I think it is. You always find the positive in life. You always can solve things, you always can make me feel better. You always are just a phone call away, and for that, I am eternally grateful. You are my hero. You are a brave, loving, and most awesome Mom ever. I love you to the moon and back.
Hugs and kisses, stars for wishes.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
68 years never looked so beautiful.
