When I found this picture, tears came to my eyes because this picture is literally the essence of you.
You are joy.
I don’t know anyone that is happier than you.
You know how to find the good in anyone and anything.
Your smile could power Times Square for a lifetime.
I cannot even tell you how many times your smile has encouraged me, pointed me to the light, and reminded me of God’s call to “Be joyful always…”
Like the time I was terrified of having our C-section and you came over and wrote a dozen + Bible verses down on index cards for me to hide in my heart.
You are magical.
Like the time I was feeling frumpy and exhausted after the Happy Buddy was born and you bought me a new Disney Princess bath towel and a couple of new in-between-sized shirts that restored hope to my closet – just to cheer me up.
Then there was the time you snuck a little Mickey Mouse-shaped paper cut-out under my drinking glass at my birthday party. I will never forget that.
You posted countdown numbers on my bathroom mirror the entire week leading up to the Happy Hubby’s and my wedding.
You leave mints on the Happy Hubby’s and my pillows whenever you come over to babysit.
You take the Happy Buddy and I to Chick-fil-A on Wednesday nights.
You made our whole family have a Santa Pancake-Making Contest at Christmas this year.
Every year on my birthday, you make sure you and dad are my first callers. Complete with Captain Zoom.
Having you as a mom is like getting to go to Disney World every day of my life (I am not even kidding about that).
You are generous.
Whenever you are at Costco, you never fail to call and ask if we need anything.
Every so often you slip us a twenty for date nights.
You never show up empty-handed. Even if it’s just a roll of paper towels (and somehow you always know right when we need them!).
You will drive all the way out to our house in rush hour just to bring my chicken noodle soup if you know I am not feeling well.
You have pretty much outfitted our Happy Buddy for the rest of his life.
Whenever you know I like something (like that table at Homegoods), you do everything in your power to make sure it belongs to us.
You share all of your Southern Living Christmas Cookbooks with me.
You let me shop in your pantry whenever I come over.
You give me the mini-mascara tubes from your Estee Lauder gift bags because you know I love them so much – even though I know you love them, too.
You are friendship.
Whenever I need to talk, you are always available.
You remind me of what’s important.
You tell me I’m a good mom at just the moment I need to hear it.
You will ride the escalators at the mall with the Happy Buddy over and over again while I try to find a pair of jeans that fit.
You let me put glitter on your face so that we will be matching.
You are excellence.
Mom, you never do anything halfheartedly.
Even if it’s just me and the Happy Buddy coming over for dinner, you break out the nice china and fancy napkins (not to mention, you are brave).
I don’t know another middle and high school choral director as amazing as you.
You never cease to amaze audiences with the gifts God has given you to inspire young singers to make music for His glory.
You bring your students donuts and even invite the entire 100 voice choir into your home for breakfast parties.
It’s no wonder you are everyone’s favorite teacher.
Plus, you never leave your house without wearing pantyhose and heels.
That is some serious level of excellence.
You are energy.
Everyone who knows you cannot seem to figure out how you get everything done.
I am pretty sure you don’t sleep – and yet your eyes are always sparkly.
And I am so grateful that the Happy Buddy has a ‘Mom-Mom’ who is still willing to slide down slides at the park and have tea parties with him under the table.
You are perseverance.
Cancer did not stop you.
You fought it with a smile on your face the entire time.
And now you bring chemo caps to anyone you know who gets cancer because that’s what blessed you when you were sick.
You always know how to make people feel better, Mom.
I hope that one day I will be like you – which, in all honesty, is like Jesus.
You are radiance.
Thanks for shining His light everywhere you go and for filling my life with so much joy and music.
I would not be who I am today without you.
You taught me everything I know about loving my family and putting them first and celebrating the ‘little things’ in life.
You are the true Happy Home Fairy.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
I love you so much.