Today I'm wishing I could be in Omaha celebrating my mother. And in doing so, also enjoying some great food from Charleston's, including but not limited to honey-glazed croissants, the tenderist chicken tenders dipped in honey mustard (oh I know, 'tenderist' isn't a word!), french fries, the best spinach dip ever, or maybe the off-the-menu Monterey sandwich. But I digress.
Back to Mom. She will most likely order something on the inexpensive side today, and she'll graciously accept any compliments paid her, always humble, never thinking of herself.
I tried to think of my first memory of Mom and found that it was really hard to do. I just remember her always being there, always giving, always making delicious food, always speaking words of wisdom, always being slow to anger, patient, kind, never selfish.
Wow, Mom is so full of LOVE.
Mom, thank you for all you've taught me. Thank you for telling me about Jesus. More importantly, thank you for being so much like Him, because actions speak much louder than words.
You are beautiful. I love your heart. I love you.