This blog is difficult for me to write.
Not because I don’t have anything to say, and not because I can’t think of some great memory. It’s quite the opposite actually. There are so many great things to say and so many wonderful memories. How does one sum up 25 years of life and love in a short paragraph?
A few years ago, I was facing what is probably the most difficult, darkest time I’ve ever experienced in my life. I was a shell of the person I had once been. I was sad and lonely, and I felt worthless. My mom decided we needed a girl’s trip. My cousin was getting married in Oregon, and I was a bridesmaid. Our original travel plans were thrown out the window, and we loaded into her convertible and headed up the California coast. Road Trip. We popped in my new Taylor Swift CD and didn’t take it out the entire trip. Mom turned up the volume, and we both let down our hair. And sang at the top of our lungs. We breathed in the fresh air… let it rush through our lungs. We laughed. We cried. And we sang like no one could hear us, and danced like no one was watching. We lived. For the first time in years, I felt life.
Mom, thank you. Thank you for loving me and encouraging me. Thank you for believing in me when no one else did. Thank you for standing beside me in the greatest times of my life, and the darkest. Thank you for laughing with me, crying with me, and spending time with me. Thank you for not always letting me have my way… and pushing me outside my comfort zone. Thank you for knowing what was best for me and helping me to make decisions when I could barely think. Thank you for helping me put one foot in front of the other… take things one step at a time… one day at a time. Thank you for being my rock… my constant. Thank you for singing with me… for dancing with me. For living life with me.
I love you so very much.
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