To have a calender every summer that was completely hand made, with something fun to do on each day. Mondays= service day, and there would be a specific thing we would do for someone written on the day, Tuesdays= Library day, and there would be a topic we would find books on that day and we would study them until the next Tuesday. Wednesday= field trip day, where would go to the zoo or the museum, or the park, Thursday= activity day, making mud pies in the back yard, playing in the hose, stuff like that. Friday was friend day. Then there were themes for weeks. such as CRAZY CEREAL WEEK.
It wasn't a surprise for me to see at least one member of my family at pretty much every single performance I have ever been in. Then of course, afterwards it was a given that we would go out for ice cream.
Eating a home cooked meal together as a family happened pretty much every night.
I thought it was normal. I thought thats how all families were.
But then I came to college and I'm finding out how rare that actually is. I've always loved my mom, but I never actually realized how incredibly amazing she is. How she manages to go above and beyond the call of duty in her mommy job, and still have time to do other things. like being the young womans president, having a social life, somehow finding time to cut out coupons and then actually use them, to be able to go shopping with her teenage girls and know all about the lately styles and trends, and even dresses herself amazingly well too. And she runs marathons. And spends time with each child to know what is going on in their life, and tries to be as supportive as possible.
My Mom is without a doubt the most wonderful woman in the entire world. And I want her to know that. To know how much I really do love her. And how amazing she is, and what a great job she is doing at being the best mom in the world. I know I wasn't the easiest kid to raise, and that is probably why she got me. because she is the perfect mom for me. if anyone else was my mom, I would probably have ended up...well... not where I am right now.
Moving away from home is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, but I'm ok. I'm doing ok because I KNOW that my mom loves me, and she taught me how to love everything, and to choose to have a good attitude about things I don't like. I know that she is always there for me. Even when I text her at 3 in the morning to tell her that the entire dorm building has been evacuated because someone threw smoke bombs down the hallway, and now I am standing outside FREEEEZING to death and just thought I would tell her, she texted me back. (and again, Sorry about that...)
Mom, I LOVE you!!!!!! VERY VERY MUCH!! and I just wanted you to know.
I love you more than I love putting limes in a bowl.....
