I was blessed with the love of an amazing mother.
Not just one idolized after her passing. Not just remembered for her best and idealized for her goodness. But because she was actually a powerful, compassionate, warm and influential type of woman. The kind you were lucky to know and ever luckier to hold her love.
I was blessed with the love of an amazing mother, one who never made me doubt her love or devotion.
I was blessed with the love of an amazing mother, one who worked hard for her children, for her family, and for the life she thought we all deserved.
I was blessed with the love of an amazing mother, one who was selfless, always putting the needs of others before her own.
I was blessed with the love of an amazing mother, one who taught me to go after my dreams and to never stop believing in myself.
I was blessed with the love of an amazing mother, one who saw the beauty in others. The kind of beauty that glistens from the deepest parts of your soul. The kind of beauty that is delicately tucked away in people’s hearts. The kind of beauty that matters most. The kind she held.
I was blessed with the love of an amazing mother, one who made life fun and meaningful. One who made life a delicate blend of love and lessons, mess and meaning, beauty and brokenness. A mother who taught us perseverance, grit, strength, and a unique and bold faith.
I was blessed with the love of an amazing mother, one who left me a legacy of greatness. One who left me big shoes to fill. A mother who left me a world void of her, but so immensely saturated in her love and influence.
I was blessed with the love of an amazing mother and I’m the woman I am today because of that one-of-a-kind love.
