I remember our last Mother’s Day. I was living in Boston for an internship, but had gone to New York for the weekend. I scrambled around to put a card together, along with a book of cute mother/child animals, and wrote something about how much I missed her, it had been a month and a half, the longest I had ever gone without seeing her. It’s now been about 6 and a half years.

I celebrated Mother’s Day today by remembering what a blessing it was to have her in my life, how well she molded me, and how much I lean on her during this time. I walked along the beach (almost to the end, which means probably almost a mile, yay!), looked at the ocean, and thanked God for the blessings in my life, and the strength of my family, and all the mothers in my family that make that family so strong.

Thinking of her, the most amazing woman I ever have known, with all my love. Happy Mother’s Day Momma.