Happy birthday, Mom.

Yesterday was my mother’s birthday.

We started the weekend by surprising her and bringing my brother home from college. Because this weekend was filled with family gatherings and celebrations – I totally did not realize that this post did not go up and there was a glitch in the scheduling of it. With that being said, happy birthday mom. Here’s your post – one day later. 


There is no better friend, supporter, advocate, or love than that shared with your mother. While a mother’s love is the most important you can have, this is no different with mine.

My mom is one of, if not the most, important person in my life. She has sacrificed so much to raise me and it means more than I will ever be able to express in any blog post whatsoever. She is full of love and motivation, always putting the needs of me and my brother before anything and anyone else.

Thank you are two words that mean so little when comparing them to every little thing that she has done for us. Whether it is driving us to countless hockey tournaments or baton competitions, buying us the things that we want but don’t ever ask for, or trying to snuggle us on the couch, even to this day, it does not go unnoticed. For the laughter, the smiles, the lessons, the reminders; for loving, for caring, for worrying, you are the best mom in the world and for that, I am eternally grateful.

So, mom, I love you so much, to the ends of the Earth until the day I am no longer walking on it. Happy 55th birthday, you rock! xoxo.