A Letter to Mom
Dear Mom,
I love and respect you so much. You love the Word of God and you love your family. You are a prayer warrior. You love Jesus and have passed that love on to each of us, making us want to learn and know Him for ourselves. You are a fighting two-time cancer survivor and a heart attack survivor. I am so proud of you.
I love the example you set for all of us in your relationship with Daddy. I love how you were there for all of us, especially me as a young 17 year old when he died. I love how, even when I called you crying every night when I first went off to college because I was homesick (and finally dealing with Dad's death), you did not let me quit and come home. It had to kill you not to drive and come pick me up. But you made me stick it out. If you had not, I may never have met Harvey and we may never have married and had our five wonderful children. I love how you used to come visit and do all my laundry when I got behind as a new mom (I didn't even know then how much laundry I would have now :). I love how you made each of your grandbabies a soft, crochet blanket with your own two hands.
I love how you always have a listening ear for us. I love that you taught me how to teach. You are the first and best teacher that I remember. I love how not only taught us an appreciation for music, but nurtured in us the love for it. Oh, and I have not even mentioned your cooking :). The best. You taught me how to truly cook like a good Southerner!
I love you, Mom, and am so thankful that God chose me to be your baby girl. Happy Mother's Day!
I love and respect you so much. You love the Word of God and you love your family. You are a prayer warrior. You love Jesus and have passed that love on to each of us, making us want to learn and know Him for ourselves. You are a fighting two-time cancer survivor and a heart attack survivor. I am so proud of you.
I love the example you set for all of us in your relationship with Daddy. I love how you were there for all of us, especially me as a young 17 year old when he died. I love how, even when I called you crying every night when I first went off to college because I was homesick (and finally dealing with Dad's death), you did not let me quit and come home. It had to kill you not to drive and come pick me up. But you made me stick it out. If you had not, I may never have met Harvey and we may never have married and had our five wonderful children. I love how you used to come visit and do all my laundry when I got behind as a new mom (I didn't even know then how much laundry I would have now :). I love how you made each of your grandbabies a soft, crochet blanket with your own two hands.
I love how you always have a listening ear for us. I love that you taught me how to teach. You are the first and best teacher that I remember. I love how not only taught us an appreciation for music, but nurtured in us the love for it. Oh, and I have not even mentioned your cooking :). The best. You taught me how to truly cook like a good Southerner!
I love you, Mom, and am so thankful that God chose me to be your baby girl. Happy Mother's Day!
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