{My mom & a 9-month-old me} |
She stood outside many a department store dressing room with piles of jeans in hand, trying to find a single pair that was long enough for me while I cried inside. She drove thousands of miles to attend every single sporting event of every one of her four children. She has listened for hours while I vent on the phone about an arrogant doctor or a frustrating patient. I just can't say enough about how lucky I am to have her as my mom.
(A tradition that I share with my dad is sending cards late...to extend the celebration! So...your card will be coming later in the week, Mom!)
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