Happy Birthday Mom!!!

 

 Her children rise up and call her blessed... -Proverbs 31:28

 

 

 So it’s your birthday Mom.

 

Have I told you lately how incredibly grateful I am for you? There are no words. I really don’t think I could manage this life without you. I sure wish I could go back in time and tell that to my sassy, door slamming, sixteen-year-old-self. You and me… we’ve come a long way together. I look back upon my younger years and remember how I was completely convinced that you were out to get me!!!

 

Allow me to remind you…

 

You made me wait until I was 13 to get my ears pierced? I needed something to look forward to. You set a firm rule in your home that under no condition would your girls ever be allowed to call boys? Because girls with class do not call boys… they don’t do the chasing. You (and Dad) took my bedroom door off the hinges and left me doorless for months? Disrespect and the slamming of doors will not be tolerated in this house. You rarely let me do sleepovers with friends? Nothing good takes place at sleepovers, especially after high school dances. You agreed to chauffer my volleyball and basketball teams around, only so you could trap us girls in the back of your suburban and give us your infamous lecture on premarital sex? Someone had to do it.

 

Thank you for it all. I don't know where I'd be today if it wasn't for your perseverance, wisdom and guidance.

 

You are pure class. A mother who continues to breathe love, belief and promise into the life of her family. You are not perfect. But you've shown us that you, too, are forever in need of a savior. You set the very example of how hard yet beautiful this life is…especially a life forever surrendered to Jesus.

 

Mom, you’re an overcomer. I’ve watched you commit and love through days that have been filled with sorrow and days that have been filled with celebration. You don’t give up…you keep fighting and you keep showing up. You reach out to those around you, never asking or expecting anything in return. You give and you give. I see how hard you work day in and day out in your own home, in your own classroom, and yet you still make a point to stop by my house on nights that Jay works late, to help me with Grey’s bedtime routine and empty my dishwasher. Your very presence lightens my load, especially on days when I feel like it’s all just too hard.

 

Keep fighting. Keep loving. Keep believing.  We all need you more than you know. You are loved, needed and wanted more than you could ever imagine. Especially by a little boy who calls you Nonni ;)

 

I love you so much!!!

 

Happy Birthday!!!!!!