Dear Mom,

I know that Mother's Day has come and gone but this particular week, I have wondered what I would ever do without my beautiful mother. 

I know this is cheesy but words cannot describe my love for my mother. Especially my words. It seems as though I can never get out my truest feelings in the form of... words. But here goes...

My mom is my hero. She's been my best friend for years. My shoulder to cry on. My advice specialist. My source of knowledge, my source of know-how, my #1 source. 

My mom is the greatest example to me. We've always gotten along. I've always looked to her more as a friend than as a parent. But she's been better than any friend could be because she loves me unconditionally and always puts my needs, and anyone's for that matter, before herself. I love her so much. She does so much for me. Sacrifices time, hobbies, sleep and always puts me first. She's the most talented person I know. She can do (and does do) just about everything. She could be anything she wanted. But she chose to be a mother. To be my mother. And being my mother requires a lot. She'll do things like stay up late (like 3am late) helping me finish unpacking our new house before company comes the next day. I just love her.


Dearest Mom,
I love you to the moon and back and around a couple times too. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for putting up with my phone calls to complain. Thanks for your uplifting words and inspiration. For your little love texts you send me throughout the week. Thank you for your prayers. Thank you for little splurge trips to Home Goods, for spoiling me to a lunch date. Thank you for your example of a constant desire to learn and grow. I want to be you when I grow up. I can only hope to be half the mother you have been to my own children someday. Thank you for believing in me when I've lost hope in myself. You are my rock.


I love you!


Alexandra