What They Mean To Me

Two of the most important people in my life have birthdays tomorrow. Justin and Mom. Over the years, they have given me so much more than I could ever give them.

My mom gave me, well, life. She taught me how to enjoy it. She gave me some of the best friends a girl could ever want- sisters. My mother laid the foundations in my life. I think I am a better wife, mother, sister and friend because of her. Sometimes I do exactly what she would do. Others, I do the complete opposite. Either way, I know that she will respect my decision. I hope.

As wonderful as a mother she is, it is even more fun to watch her be a grandmother. She has 6 granddaughters and 1 grandson that love to call her "Gram". Or "Gray-um", I should say. There is no place that the kids would rather be. The cabinets are stocked with their favorite snacks, the newest kiddie dvd is already in the player, and a craft is just waiting for them.




Justin has given me everything.* He is the one person whose opinion I respect the most. There is no one with whom I would rather speak. Which is why we talk about 5 times a day, I guess. When I think of my future- 5, 10, 20, 50 years from now- he is always right there with me. He makes me laugh, he makes me mad (not often), he makes me- a better ME.

Justin also gave me Maddie. I have watched this small little girl transform my husband. He knows every Disney princess. He plays "tea party" with the best of them. When I tell her that she has done a good job, she automatically wants to see what her daddy has to say. His opinion means so much more than mine. I love that. I love that she loves her dad and wants to spend time with him. Even if that means counting baseball cards.




I don't think I tell either of them how much they mean to me, often enough. I can't imagine my life without them. And, I hope I never have to.

*Here it is, Justin- your birthday present. The post where I don't talk about how you are a snoop, your need for more friends, or how you made me mad. I know you think that I only write about the bad things, but it's just because I don't want everyone to get jealous. Dang!- that sounded good. Go get some cookies that Maddie and I made specially for your birthday. They are on the table. Love ya.