My mom has instilled in me a love of flowers, of living, growing things, animals and birds and butterflies. The horse bug is contagious - I got it from her, passed down from one generation to the next. She has been, through the years, my cheerleader when I wouldn't cheer for myself. My shoulder to cry on. My courage. She can back a trailer, drive a tractor, and cook like nobody's business. She's a domestic mom and a horse show mom and a farm mom. She's the first person to read all of my books. She encourages me tirelessly. As of Friday, when my little brother passed his last class, she's the mom of two college grads, and I always hope that someday we'll both make her proud.
I'm truly blessed to have her for a mother. Love you, Mom. Thank you for all the things for which I can never say thank you enough.