I Miss My Mom....

I miss my mom. A lot.

Everyday.

I miss how she could make me laugh, even when I didn't want to laugh, but especially when it caught me off guard. I always knew she would see humor in everything around her.

I miss how she could make me feel like I was the most talented, wonderful girl in the world.

I miss how she loved me in spite of all my faults (which she didn't see).

I miss how she laughed.

I miss her wisdom.

I miss talking to her to her for hours about nothing.

I miss talking to her about deep things and personal things and knowing I was safe.

I miss her quick wit.

I miss her music.

I miss her phone ringing "I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy", a song she loved because the words said "Born on the 4th of July."

I miss her food.

I miss her optimism.

I miss her reassurance.

I miss seeing her with my dad.

There are not words to describe how much I miss her.

There are not words to describe how grateful I am that she was born, married my dad, and was my mother.

Tomorrow is her birthday, the second one celebrated without her.

Happy Birthday, Mom.

I miss you.