To my mom

as i was reading some of the posts about my comments about girls, my mother walked by and stuck a nice juicy strawberry in my mouth. that was nice. but know as i think about it, i was more than nice. mommys are cool. that do all that pregancy stuff to get us into the world, and then they still want to keep us. weird, huh? they change our diapers, cook our meals, get up in the middle of the night when we puke, and answer our questions at the store about why some people are so fat or ugly. they come to our games, concerts, teacher meetings, etc. they put band-aids on as when we get hurt physicallty, and the wrap us in hugs when we get hurt emotionally. they cry when we do wrong, and rejoice when we do right. they still love and pray for us when we disregard them and their standards. they support us in our decisions even though it isn't what they want for us. theytalk to us about our diferences with out saying we are wrong. they challenge us to actually think about the standards we set for ourselves. and we wonder why some people never want to move out (aside from wanting to be a hobo). mothers are awesome. i know it's past mothers day, but its never the wrong time to show our love to our mothers. so mom, if you are reading this, i love you. thanks for still caring after all the heartache tha i have put you through. and when i'm in the navy, i will come home as aften as i can. to see you, not just for your cooking. i love you.