What can I say about my mother? Well, she is the most wonderful mother that I could have even picked out had I had the option of all the mom's in the world.
Her life has always been about her children and her husband. She has cooked, cleaned, transported, supported, encouraged, loved, given to us and been a blessing to us for all our lives - well all my brother's and my life and ever since my dad met her.
My mom is a beautiful Christian woman, one that I have always looked up to and one that I often compare myself to. The only time I ever remember her putting herself first was when she would claim the center cinnamon roll on Sunday mornings, which who can fault her for? Mom's have to have something!
Through the years, I haven't appreciated my mom as much as I should have. I haven't listened to her as much as I should have. I haven't treated her as good as she deserves. And for that I'm sorry. I wish I was a better daughter through the years.
However, I try to make up for it in these public and private displays of affection. I want her to know that as much as I've gotten angry at her and tried to do my own thing, I have always loved her and treasured her as a mother and friend. I honestly have no idea what my life would look like without her.
Many years ago, my mom bought herself and me matching rings that said best friends forever. Before we went to bed each night we would sing our special song and would clasp pointer fingers together - friends forever - and our pinkies together - pinky swear.
Well mom, none of that has changed. I will always be your brown-eyed girl, and you will always be my brown-eyed mom. We'll always be friends. Pinky swear!