Dear Mom,

Thank you for the precious gift of my birth, without which there would be no birthday! Or any day at all for me. Your devotion to my well-being and happiness is undying, and I honor you for this. I know and appreciate that you have always tried to give me more than you'd had; to make my life better than yours was, and to teach and give me everything you can. I think you are a hero because you just keep trying; your determination and courage prove to me your faith and love. Thank you for my life, for taking good care of me when I could do nothing for myself, (before I can even remember :)... Thank you for reading to me, and cooking for me, and making that awesome homemade bread for me all those years. Thank you for making me take my vitamins and floss my teeth and practice the piano...and for making my home so bright and cozy. Thank you for driving me around and giving me good clothes and supporting me; and for standing up for me when I needed that.
Thank you for loving my husband and children, and for still loving me (a true miracle after the delights of my teen years :)... Thank you for your generosity and patience, encouragement and confidence in me.
And thanks, too, for my lovely birthday presents! I just opened them!!
Love Leah
xo

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