I just got off the phone with you. You once again let me talk your ear off.
You always listen. Just listen.
You always have the best advice for me and all of my problems.
And you tell me how much your worry about me. And how much you love me.
Do you know that I worry about you? I don't tell you, but I do.
Do you know that I wonder what the in the world I will do someday when you are gone? Who will I talk to? Who will I go to for parenting advice? Who will I be able to go to when I need lifting-up? Thinking about all of that makes me want to cry.
I always enjoy talking to you. You show me the positive when all I tend to see is the negative. You continue to parent and show me a different way to look at the world without belittling the "glass half empty" girl I tend to be. You are still tending to my growth - to the growth of the girl you will always be a mother to no matter my age. You accept me just as I am - and I think that's the biggest gift a mother can give her child.
Thank you for all you have done for me. A million thanks will never be enough.
You make my heart sing.
I love you.
(An iPhone photo of a photo will have to do for this post. Taken on my wedding day. This is my favorite photo of my mom.)
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