I can't give her a big hug, her card, or her gift in person. I can't share bottomless mimosas at brunch or a few glasses of wine at dinner together.
I sometimes feel guilty for moving far away from my mom and family.
Then, I remember feeling guilty is something my mother would not allow me to do.
The day I left to move from the Southwest to the Midwest was certainly one of the hardest days of my life. Yet it's one I won't forget. Because even through there were doubts and hesitations about me making the move in the first place... Through the long hugs and the gallons of tears, my mother proudly said, "Go, I need and want you to go. Do what you need to do to make yourself happy. I'm your biggest fan."
I miss her every single day..
But I remember those words (and her many other words of encouragement) and I can get through any day.
She's selfless and caring beyond words. She's resilient and will always have a smile on her face. She's fun and friendly, fearless and strong.
I could go on and on. There's many words to describe her, yet there's not enough.
She's my world and best friend. She's my mom.