Happy birthday to the woman that gave birth to me. Quite a feat I suppose in its self. But how do you impart wisdom, kindness, self reliance, and comfort into a tiny human when you are not always confident in these qualities yourself ? A monumental task for any mother.
But you gave of yourself. To me. To Kevin.
You tried and perhaps felt like you failed but you tried and tried again.
I am who I am because of you.
I love that you don’t take yourself seriously. I love that you have more daughters than you actually birthed. I love that my children always looked at you with such affection and joy.
I love that you would move mountains for me.
Because in the end, you showed me through shear determination that there is nothing you wouldn’t do for the love of your child.
I love you