Mom




My mom raised me pretty much by herself. She went without and provided everything for us, no question. When my dad left, we fell on hard times. There were times my mother didn't know where our next meal would come from, but somehow she managed to give us everything we needed and more. I always felt spoiled. After digging out of the hole, my mom was able to purchase our first house when I was in 6th grade- all on her own.  She taught me to be respectful, thoughtful and gracious. 

I would be nothing if it weren't for her. 

Mom,

Thank you for providing me with endless blessings. Thank you for reading to me and singing to me. Thank you for tolerating my 15+ text messages and phone calls per day even though I don't live at home anymore. 

Thank you for being there when I was sick and just needed you to sit with me. Thank you for dropping everything to come and be with me when I need it. Nothing makes me feel better than to have you here with me. Thank you for being the best grandma. 

I am who I am because of you. Thank you. I love you so much. 




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