That is what she taught me.
She is so kind and good.
Kinder and gooder than anyone else I have ever known.
(You know I know gooder is not really a word, right? It sounds perfect in that sentence though, so I am throwing my english book to the wind)
She loves wholeheartedly.
She would help anyone that needs help.
She gives and cares and smiles each and every day.
She smiles at my Daddy, the mailman and her friends at Curves. She smiles at the cashier at Kohls, the lady that cuts her hair off at the Chop Shop, and her grandbabies.
She smiles all day because her heart is full of joy.
She makes this world the most beautiful place.
Today I celebrate my Mommy.
I remember playing hop scotch with her during the summer when we were little.
I remember the yummy no bake cookies she made us for dessert.
I remember thinking I had the most beautiful Mom in all of the world.
And I still think that.
She has never had plastic surgery.
She refuses to dye her hair.
She doesn’t shop the runways of Paris or even NYC.
Yet, she is sensationally beautiful.
I am glad God made you Mommy.
I am especially glad he picked you to be mine.
I’ll love you forever.
I’ll love you for always.
As long as I’m living,
Happy Birthday Mommy!