Dear Mom,
I bought you a birthday present in India. It’s a pair of earrings, and they’re red, because red is your color and they won’t blend into your lovely silver hair. You’ll get them eventually.
I wish I could give you a hug today. It’s Monday morning for you right now, October 20th, and Dad made you breakfast in bed, and it looked pretty yummy from the picture you put on Facebook. I hope you enjoy seeing The Color Purple. At least Dad didn’t buy you another massage.
When I wished you a happy birthday (even though it was still the night before where you are), you replied with “well thank you. It is my whole birthday month, after all.” And I laughed, because at first it sounded like something a little kid would say, as an excuse to celebrate all month. But really, you deserve a whole month. Heck, you are allowed to celebrate your birthday all year if you want to.
Celebrate your birthday all year long, because you are pretty darn special. Special K, I never get the chance to adequately express in person how much I love you. Apparently it takes moving halfway across the world to get the point across. I dedicated a whole blog to you just to let you know.
I love the way your passion for the Lord infiltrates everything you do.
I love when you get really excited about something.
I love when you start a fire in the fireplace for us, and we sit and read and drink tea all day long.
I love that we share a middle name.
I love when we’re skyping and you make a confused face and then the screen freezes, so no matter what I say next, you’re really confused by it.
I love how beautifully you love Dad, and how your marriage allows me to expect big things from my own (not happening anytime soon…no worries).
Mamacita, I am so thankful for you and your life and your love and your joy. And even though I won’t see you for a bunch more months, I couldn’t wait that long to tell you I love you.
You’re the cruise to my ship, the Olive to my Garden, the buttermilk to my pancake.
I love you.
xoxo Leah
Dear everyone else reading this blog,
Hug my mom for me.
