Mom

Just like that poem by Elizabeth Browning says, let me count the ways in which I love a very special person: my mom. I love my mom to the moon and back a thousand times over. I love her because she is there, because she is constant and it will always be that way. I love her because she is tough, because she is determined, because she gives and doesn’t expect anything in return. I love her because she makes me feel special through all the little things she does that I always notice. I love her because she made my childhood spectacular and I have great memories. I love her the most because I can see how much she loves what I love. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom and to all the other mom’s out there.