There's Nothing Like A Momma's Hug

A simple touch brings a child to peace; a hug, and their worries gone. A kiss to make the "boo-boo's" better, and forever that always late good advice: Careful!

A mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled; "a mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts."

I love you, mommy. Looking back, I have so many awesome memories with you. Memories that are going to stick with me for a long long time. I remember back when I had stubbed my toe and you'd yell,"Careful!" after the matter; but you'd NEVER let me cry alone. You scooped me up, held me tight and made the pain go away. It was as if you were like Bounty paper towels and my pain was the mess. You were the quicker picker uper!

Mom, you have taught me so much. From potty training to how to guard my heart, you've done it all. I am proud to call you my mother. And I personally think I have the best mommy. I love how you are strong with your teachings and how you have brought me up to love Jesus. I love that you yourself love Jesus. Mommy, I am so happy that you put so much effort into trying to be at every event in my life, from my silly elementary school concerts all the way up to my school visitations; and even to just visiting me in kindergarten at lunch to say, "Hi," . . . and of course, I had my infamous peanut butter and banana sandwich made especially by you- with love.

You're there for me when I just need a hug, when I need to vent, laugh, or simply cry. You WILL be there, always. It's as if you're unceasingly there to hold my hand, even when I don't necessarily need you to. I value that sooo much, momma. I love that you always have your baby girl's back (well.. almost baby girl. Darn you Ingrid!).

Mommy, I don't even know how to express how much I love you, how much I need you, how much I value you. That's another thing I'm thankful for: you always have a way to formulate my ideas into sentences. You're great with that! You're also a great teacher. Every thing you have taught me always 'clicks'. Anything. God has really blessed you . . . or should I say me? . . . with the gift of explaining things to me, aka 'not-so-wise-as-mommy'. I'm really glad you can put up with me too! WHAT A RELIEF that is. Because I don't even know how you do it! My sense of humor must make you parched! (haha, get it? parched.. dry sense of-- oh whatever)

All in all, I love you mommy. Happy (early) Mother's Day. (: