I’ve always had a very close relationship with my mother, just as she did with her mother. I know how lucky we are to have the relationship that we do…I know it’s not something that everyone can say.

Sure, sometimes we drive each other crazy, and I probably shouldn’t have stayed at home as long as I did after graduating from college (under the same roof? It was…erm…uncomfortable at times), but I am 30 years old, and I can honestly say that I like spending time with my mom. I miss her when I haven’t been home in too long. I call her just to talk.

She’s pushed me to do better, been there to pick me up when I fall, and has helped me through countless difficult times. She’s always been my greatest defender, my steadfast supporter, my friend.

I’m afraid I might not say it enough, how much I appreciate her.

I love you, mom.

Thank you.