MY MOM...

She flew down to LA to simply see me cross the finish line.

She drove me to all of my soccer tournaments, even if it was 10 hours away, or on Thanksgiving.

She let me play hooky.

She handed me a wet rag when I was sick, and cuddled with me when I couldn't sleep.

She wrote me letters saying how much she loved me, and what she loved about me.

She lets me lay out my plan for the day to her, even when I am a whole state away.

She has a go girl waiting in the car when she knows I've had a bad day.

And the list goes on...

The most important thing about these isn't what she did, but what these actions represented.

She did these selfless acts for me because she puts my needs above her own.

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women that are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need more who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need more who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity."

Margaret D. Nadauld

I am so grateful to have a mom who wants to stay at home. Who wants to take on the task of motherhood, because she knows it is worth all of the endless days of constant work and never-ending prayers.

I am so grateful to have a mother who values the virtues of a daughter of God and not one who follows the pressures of the world.

I love you mom, thanks for being my best friend.