Mamaw.

You may not have given birth to me but you are my mother. I know as time goes on our bodies start to break down and we aren’t as healthy as we once were. I know becoming grey haired, wrinkled and fragile is all a part of life. I struggle on a daily basis wondering my path in life. What career to pursue- if I’m making the right choices as a mother- if I’m being a good wife. One thing I never doubt is the fact if I’m half the woman as you are, I’m blessed and doing damn fine. You are the strongest human I’ve ever met. I can’t imagine burying my children, living in pain daily and still waking up to laugh and smile with my family. You are my go to when I’ve had a good day or a bad day. You’ve taught me things I never thought I would need to know- like how to care for an iron skillet or tell someone to shove it in an eccentric manner. You make me laugh without trying- like when you send a video and it’s nothing but half your head and all I hear is you pushing buttons.

I know I haven’t made the best decisions in life. I am a smart butt, kinda hateful at times but my heart is huge. I owe that to you. I pray every day that you are proud of me and all that I am. Flaws and all.

I hope you can forgive me for not being perfect. Forgive me for all of my teenage rage, shitty words and bad choices. I hope you know that I love you with all my heart and I will do everything I can to be a better person, to be more like you.