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Today is my mother's birthday, so I think I'm just going to share something that I remember from a few years ago with you guys.

When I was sixteen-ish, I had to have surgery to fix my deviated septum. I had scheduled the surgery once before, gotten very scared and then had to cancel it. A year later, we tried again. I remember telling my teachers that I wasn't going to be in school the two days before Thanksgiving and then going home on a Wednesday. My mom took us up the road and we went out to eat and to a movie. It was really weird for us to do that on a school night, even though I wasn't going to school the next day. I can't remember where we ate, though I do remember the movie. On the way home, I asked my mother why she had taken me out to do all of that stuff.

She told me that she didn't want me to over think the surgery, to scare myself out of it. At sixteen, I probably couldn't verbalize my appreciation. At twenty, I can't really do that either. I've never known anyone like my mother. She has never stopped being the best person in my life and I don't think she ever will.

catch you later,

Karleigh

"No man is poor who has a Godly mother.” // Abraham Lincoln