Mom.

I have been searching for the right words to say that could possibly express my love for you. It is huge. Your strength overwhelms those who sit in watch of you. How do you do it? You have taught me with simpleness to love others more than I do myself. I try to live that way. I see you do it with ease. Your sincerity pushes me to strive harder and love more. I know that your love for me is unconditional. After being a mom I understand the deep well of love one has for her children. It is a beautiful thing. I am honored to experience it.

You know full well my desire to adopt. I believe that desire was transplanted from one baby lover to her other. You know I love to hear the stories of my adoption and birth process. It seems that I ask endless questions. Every time that our conversation turns to this subject I feel something rise in me to squeeze every bit of information. In your heart is where my story is kept for safekeeping. I find much safety and security in that.

Today as we cooked together there were so many things I wanted to say. I didn’t say them. I love you mom. I love you more than you know. I respect you. You are strong. Your heart for God and your dedication to Church has made a lasting impression on your baby girl. I watched you learn to read by studying your bible while listening to your KJV audio tapes. I remember that on Sunday mornings you would sing your favorite hymns while getting ready for service. Do you still do that? I can recall a vivid picture of this in my mind. You are wearing a light robe standing in the kitchen. A light silhouette from the window is creating your shape. Your hair is in curlers and a sweet look is resting on your face. The singing that can only come from your mouth is whispering an old song. I will treasure this always.

Thank you mom for loving me. Thank you for growing me.

I adore you.

always.

Debbie

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