I used to love watching her put her make up on in the mornings. She sat at a vanity that I remember as being very fancy..she probably didn't think it was, but in my mind it was perfect. I thought she was beautiful and couldn't wait to be grown up enough to use that make up, curling iron, and aqua net hairspray!
When she vacuumed, she would line up the chairs so I could pretend to be riding on a train.
When I came home from school, she would stop what she was doing to listen to every detail about my day, and in her eyes, it was the most important thing she had heard all day.
We stayed up late watching movies...horrible 80's teenage love movies and she never seemed bored.
Sometimes, when I was struggling with whatever teenage drama I had at the time, she would leave special letters of encouragement on my bed.
In college, she wrote me EVERY day...I loved checking my mail.
Now, a day doesn't go by that I don't think "what would Mom do?" when faced with a decision. Her endless love and devotion to her family is steadfast and she never asks for a thing in return...it's truly and inspiration!
Like most kids, there were many times I didn't appreciate her the way I should have, but her unconditional love never faltered. I hope to be just like her when I grow up!
My Beautiful Mother
