I wanted to include a nice picture of my mom and me or, even better, one of my mom, Jordan, and me. But, alas, I have almost no recent pics of us, and the few I have are lousy, mostly because I dropped my camera last year (the poor gal has not been the same since). So this post, a short (!) tribute to my mom, will have to go photo-less, which is pretty much how most of my posts end up anyway.
On this Mother's Day weekend, I am thankful and grateful for my mom. She sacrificed a lot for our family over the years, and she was always there for us growing up. She dried our tears, fixed up our boo-boos, and stood up and fought for us when she knew it was the right thing to do. She raised us to care about others, particularly family. She taught us right from wrong and got us to church every weekend. She made sure we always knew she was the parent, not our friend. Most of all, she loved us, no matter what stupid, wrong-headed things we did (and by we, I mean me as a high schooler and my little brother pretty much up from the time he was a toddler until he graduated from college; my older brother was pretty perfect!).
I am glad that I will be able to spend most of the Mother's Day weekend with Mom (and Jordan, the reason, I am celebrated), and I am grateful she is well enough to be back in her house. I hope and pray she stays that way for a good, long while. I wish that others could be as blessed as I am to have the mother I do.
Here's to all the moms out there, both living and unfortunately no longer with us. We salute you!