5.11.2008

My mom

Ethan044.JPGMany of you reading this blog have met my mom, and some of you may even know her.  But none of you have the privilege of knowing her the way I do.  Adulthood is an amazing journey, with one the best stops being that point where your mom becomes one of your best friends.  My mom has this amazing ability of just being there for me.  I can't explain it, and I'm assuming some of you know what I'm talking about.  I have tons of good memories growing up of taking special shopping trips, great birthday parties, wonderfully handmade clothes, rearranging my room(s) together, getting ready for special occassions, Feb20070030.JPGstudying Bible verses, having her at every game/performance/etc., and a million other things.  But two of my best memories I'll hold forever are seeing my little (or huge in Rachel's case!) babies in their Nana's arms.  It's like they already knew that was going to be one of the safest places in the entire world for them.  I'm pretty sure that when God was handing out intuition, he skipped over a few people and gave their doses to my mom.  She just knows. 

Mom - have taught me everything I know about being a mom, and I thank God for you.  I am so blessed to be the only girl in the world who gets to call you MY mom.  I love you beyond measure.

5 comments:

  1. Happy Mother's Day to Nana and Lisa!

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  2. What a sweet post!! I love your mom!! Give her a hug for me!

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  3. I am very touched and I am so happy that your mom is your best friend. I hope and pray that Pierce will call me his best friend when he gets older.

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  4. I have never thought about it that way but you are right. that truly is the most beautiful thing - seeing your own mother holding your own child...

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  5. While I have never met your momma, I know she must be an awesome one. I always say children are a product of their invironment and so since you turned out so awesome, you must have had an awesome person taking care of you. :)

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