Sunday, May 8, 2011

Esta mujer es mi vida.

She's a lover. She's a giver. She's a fighter. She's a yeller. She's a believer. She's a dreamer. She's an adviser. She's a cuddler. She's a defender. She's a joker. She's a hugger. She's a discipliner. She's a healer. She's a talker. She's a singer. She's a dancer. She's a distracter. She's an encourager. She's an exciter. She's a directer.  She's a forgiver. She's a pushover. She's a daughter. She's an embracer. She's an admitter. She's a driller. She's a disapprover. She's a cleaner. She's a sinner. She's a laugher. She's an accuser. She's a prayer. She's a supplier. She's a complainer. She's an adventurer.She's a trooper. She's an admirer. She's an arguer. She's a challenger. She's a churchgoer. She's a faultfinder. She's an eavesdropper. She's an overachiever. She's a fibber. She's a helper. She's a keeper. She's a gardener. She's a listener. She's a nagger. She's a worker. She's an organizer. She's a peacemaker. She's a partner. She's a questioner. She's a reminder. She's a supporter. She's a worrier. She's a mother. She's MY mother, and without her there's no telling who I'd be. She's made me into a reflection of her. And because of that, I am beautiful and strong.
Ama, recuerdas de esta dia? 
This Christmas day, 4 years ago, you sat me down and told me how proud you were of me.
You told me to never look in the mirror and be unhappy with what I see, because what I see is who God made me to be and the things that were changeable would change in time. 
Momma, I am beautiful because you taught me to be beautiful.
Thank you for never letting me feel less than what I am. 
No se que voy a ser sin ti mommy. 
Gracias por todo que haces por mi.
Te quiero mucho ama.

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