“I owe her no more than a woman who threw me a life-rope while I was drowning.” – Julie Powell (a.k.a. “a love letter to my mother”)…
To the woman who birthed me. Who wanted me so badly that she spent considerable effort trying to get me. Who made me know from the moment I came screaming into this world, that I was wanted and loved as much as a child can hope to be. I was no happy accident. Thank you.
For teaching me to be fearless.
“Shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you’ll still land amidst the stars.”
For teaching me that faith and knowledge are the same thing, but in a different form. And for inspiring me a faith in knowledge is a life-long journey, and worth the trip.
For teaching me to follow my dreams, no matter how foolish. Because the opposite side of the coin of foolishness is bravery.
“Courage is Fear that has said it’s prayers.” – Maya Angelou
For teaching me how to be a mom.Because you are great at it.
I am so blessed and lucky to have a best friend/confidant/constant movie date/lunch date who I can tell anything to. The women in our family are brave, intrepid, outspoken, and force to be reckoned with. I am proud to be able to count myself in those numbers.
I love you more.