I seriously need more hours in the day. Or better time management skills. Ha. My ability to adhere to deadlines with this thing just isn't working. ::Ahem:: I'll work on it.
Here we go...Day 23 on a one-day delay.
My mom has the biggest heart of anyone I know. She loves so fully, so completely, so selflessly.
She does what's right without thought, without being asked, and without saying, "What's in it for me?"
She's quick to lend a hand (to hold), a shoulder (to cry on), or the very shirt off her back (if you needed it).
I already know what you're thinking...so allow me to refute it. I realize that all mothers are loving (it's in their very nature), and that I'm most likely biased because she's my mom. Perhaps I am...but my mother is like no woman I've ever met. Honestly. If you knew her, you'd say the same.
I'm not sure she always gets thanked for everything she does. In fact, I'm certain she doesn't.
So Mom?
Thank you.
Thank you for sacrificing your career to raise us three kids. That had to have been a difficult decision to make, but it made all the difference in my childhood, and I think Stacy and Steve can say the same. We wouldn't be the kids we are if we had to sit home alone or spend the afternoon in latch key.
Thank you for always believing in me, for always supporting me, for always having my back. I wouldn't be where I am today, or who I am today without your unconditional love.
Thank you for indulging my daily need for post-work rants, and for not judging me for feeling the way I feel, or saying what I say. You are a phenomenal listener, a remarkable ear, and a sympathetic shoulder. I love that about you.
Thank you for putting me first. That sounds bad...you put a lot of people before yourself. Thank you for doing it...but you don't have to. After 30 some years of putting everyone before yourself, your needs, your desires, I'm giving you permission to be selfish (ha! Like I have the authority). You drop everything to help people you love. You moved to Montana with me for a month (and you would have thought I was attending your funeral when I said good bye to you at the airport), You moved to Minnesota with me for a few weeks, you moved to Chicago with Stacy and a newborn for a month, and you've been an adoptive mother to all of our crazy dogs. We love you. We appreciate you. Thank you :)
Thank you for always being there. There wasn't a play or a rehearsal, or a concert where you weren't in attendance. Granted, you may have not always been paying attention (remember when I got bucked off a horse and shattered my tailbone at the age of 10? Ha. You weren't exactly watching...haha, but you ran once you heard me scream), but you were there. That meant (and means) a lot.
Thank you for your stories. I will never forget that Alex Trebeck is Ukrainian, or that your Uncle Bob lives on Puritan. Ha. Whether I've heard them one time, or 100 times, they never get old. They make me smile...they make me giggle...and so do you. Hey - did you know that Alex Trebeck is Ukrainian? :)
Thank you for being my best friend (It's true).
And Thank you for not only loving me, but for teaching me how to love. To do so with every fiber of your being, to love so fully and so completely, and without regret. You love without first thinking of yourself, you love (at times) to your own peril, to your own demise...and (in my opinion) that's a beautiful thing. It takes courage. It takes strength. And it speaks volumes about your character.
You wear your heart on your sleeve, and luckily for me, I inherited that shirt...and I couldn't be prouder.
Thank you, mom.
I love you.
And I'm so very thankful for you.
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*This is part of my New Year's Resolution: 365 Days of Thanks. Every day I pick something new to be thankful for...and put it out on facebook for all to enjoy :)*
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