"Life will knock you down. You can choose to stand up again."
Sunday, November 4, 2012
This woman allows us to live in her home, use her appliances, destroy her yard, rearrange her rooms, eat at her table, clog her toilets, and much, much more. She gets up every morning during the school year and fixes the quorum a hot breakfast. She has helped me so much during the sports season to get boys to where they need to go - practices and games. She hugs me when I'm at the end of my rope. She lets me mow the lawn (I really like mowing the lawn.) Her house does not look like she wants it to. It's never clean, organized, completely spotless. There are always dishes to be done, laundry strewn about, stinky boys, and NOISE. I am so grateful for her. I love you, Mom.