My Mom

A few years ago there was born a little girl.

When that little girl grew up, she got married.

Pretty soon, she had a little girl herself. (And then a little boy, and soon another little girl.)



Time passed (it does that, you know?) and her little kids grew up. She spent her days, months, and years pouring heart and soul into her family.

She stayed home to teach her children.



She organized 4-H clubs and homeschool groups.

She played chauffeur to and from piano lessons, guitar lessons, harp lessons, flute lessons, voice lessons.

She taught, by example, how to be a genuine woman and a devoted wife.

She challenges when necessary, encourages when possible.

She is, in sum, the best mom a girl could ask for.

And today, on her birthday, I celebrate my mom.



I love how she can laugh and have fun, even in the middle of whirlwind living.

I love how she is always there for me when I need her.

I love how gracefully she is in the transition from mothering three kids to being mom to three adults.

I love the way she serves others.

And, most of all, I love her. Just her. She's my mom. And she's the best.