Mama.

I love my mom. We don't always get along, but we have each others backs. She does her best to understand where I'm coming from. She's always there for me if I need someone to talk to. She tells me what's right and what's wrong. She doesn't always agree with what I do, but she tries her best to support me. Encourages me when I need it most.. though at some times I feel like it's more of pushing, I know it's out of love.

I love talking to her about what I want to do with my life. It's just priceless. I know without a doubt, if my mom could give me the world, she would. She would do anything for me. But what I love the most about her... is that she prays. And when I say that, I mean it. Hours in the morning, she prays. And I know she prays for me and my future life all in God's will of course. I couldn't ask for anything better.

She's a hard worker. She does what she can, and she does it wholeheartedly. She carries a lot on her shoulders, but she does her best to keep a smile on her face. She puts everyone first, and herself last. And people take her kindness as weakness, and takes advantage of her. And sadly, I'm guilty of this at times.
I honestly don't know what I'd do without her. She even tells me that sometimes with a smile. And it's so true. I love her so much, and I'll miss her while she's in the P.I. for a month or so.

I love you, Ma!