Today is my Mom's birthday.
There's a big joke in my family about how much my Mom loves to share with people that it's her birthday. And that it's actually her birth MONTH. Not day, not week, not week before and after, but all month long is HERS. When I was preggo with the twins and was likely to deliver in August, my Dad razzed her for months about preparing herself to have to share her birth month with not one, but two people. Hilarious.
But truly, this woman should be celebrated. She raised 3 little girls into very strong, capable women. She is a constant support behind my Dad's professional, educational, and theological ventures. She loves her grandsons more than anything in this world.
As I've grown, my Mom has become one of my closest friends and confidants. I hate being so far from her, but love knowing that I can always talk to her at a moment's notice.
Happy Birthday Mom. I'd say that I love you more than you know, but I think you know. Because, like you taught me, Moms know everything.