MOM!

Mom, This is by far going to be one of the hardest ones to write for a few reasons. One because I could write pages, and two because you are so special to me that its hard to put it into words. I will try my hardest though. :) How am I ever going to be a great mom when I always want the last bite, or I just want to be left alone for awhile, or when I just want to curl up in a blanket, watch TV and escape from reality. You are a perfect mom, and I can just hear you saying no I am not, but really mom... you are. I am not saying you don't make mistakes because sadly we all do, but all the kids would agree with me on this that you are indeed the perfect mom. There is not a selfish bone in your body, and I keep telling you this, but I want a book from you that will tell me how to become you because I want to become just like you. The other day, and by the other day I mean like a month ago when you and me were in the kitchen having one of those not so serious arguments and dad looked over at us and said you guys are acting like siblings. That made me laugh, I probably laughed a little too hard, but I think it is awesome that we have that type of relationship. I never have anything but good things to say about you. I brag about my mom to everyone. They probably think I am annoying, but you are worth it. You have taught me so much. I have learned that service is one of the best things you can do for anyone. You are always serving everyone. Mom, you are amazing, and beautiful (inside and out) I love our chats every morning, and I am going to miss just sitting their and talking to you when I leave in a month in a half. When I read that quote about being a mom to you the other day in the kitchen I felt your love for all of us. You are like that mom in the story. You were made to keep our family together. You were made to support and love dad. You were made strong enough to hold the world on your shoulders, but gentle enough to give comfort. You were given a hardness that allows you to keep going when everyone else gives up. I could keep going on and on. Mom, you deserve to cry when ever you want because  the beauty of a women is not in the clothes you wear, the figure you carry, or the way you comb your hair. The beauty of a women must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to your heart, the place where love resides. Mom I am sorry that I don't tell you enough, but I love you so much, and am so grateful for your amazing self. I am grateful that you are my mom. Thank you for always being there.