Saturday is my mom's birthday, and I have to say that she is the best mom and the most unselfish person I know. I've often thought about all that she's sacrificed for me and my brothers and sister. It humbles me to think of all the love she's shown us and the things she's given up for her family. Thank you, Mom!
She's always been a great example to me of one who is constantly giving Christ-like service. She's fun, friendly, and sometimes I thought my friends liked her more than me. At her work she sees lots of people from the community, and I'm always in awe how so many people will stop and chat with my mom like she's their best friend.
I think this poem perfectly describes my mom's life and her feelings about our family:
You are the trip I did not take;
You are the pearls I cannot buy;
You are my blue Italian lake;
You are my piece of foreign sky.
(To My Child," quoted in Charles L. Wallis, ed., The Treasure Chest [1965], 54)
We love you, Mom!
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