Ever since I was little, I have noticed something about my mom. Every day, she has a good time. Every.damn.day.
Life hasn't always been easy for her nor has it been fair.
Yet, she continues to carry on. She continues to laugh. She continues to be strong. For that is all she knows.
She makes the world a little bit better. God knows she makes me a little bit better.
When I say my mom is my best friend, it's not in that cliché way. Okay, a little bit in that cliché way (regardless of how horrible I am being she still has to love me...she signed a contract.) However, even if she weren't my mom, I'd still choose her as my best friend. Even though, she has the ability to drive me absolutely bat shit crazy but there is no one I would rather share my adventures in life with.
She tells it like it is. She has no qualms about calling anyone on their bullshit. You always know where she stands because by golly, she's gonna tell you.
She is beautiful and honest. She is quick witted and smart. She is funny and wise. She loves her family more than anything in this world and may God take mercy on your soul if you hurt one of them.
She is feisty and sassy. Take note, if you ever see ol' G-A-I-L's hand go to her hip and a finger shoot up to your face, friend, you've got a few problems on your hands. Good luck with that.
She is a supporter. A cheerleader. A mediator. A mentor. An advocate.
She looks at everyone in this world and sees their beauty and potential. I now know where Ethan got it.
I hope that one day I can be as strong and comfortable in who I am as she is in herself.
Every day, I hope I make her proud.
I don't know if I'm there yet, but I'm working on it. Promise.
Happy Mother's Day, Momma Whitesel.
Love You The Most!
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