For the people that made me.

I love my parents. I have never been one of those kids that's ashamed to hang out with my Mom and Dad. They were always the young, hip adults that everyone thought were cool. My house was the place to be when I was in high school. I even asked my Mom and Dad to chaperon the Senior trip. Now that I am older, my Mama is my best friend and my Daddy is still my hero. They are truly amazing people.

I would like to grow up to be just like my Mama. She is patient. She is kind. She is the epitome of a perfect Hostess. She always speaks kindly of others. Always. She gives people the benefit of the doubt, perhaps to a fault. She never assumes the worst and always sees the good in others. I am not exaggerating when I say, my Mom is probably the closest thing to Christlike I have seen on this Earth, next to my Dad.

I am a Daddy's girl. Even as a grown woman and a Mother, I try to make my Daddy proud. He is the strongest person I have ever met. Even if he is being tortured by physical or emotional pain, he works 120% all day, every day. He prays harder and more often than anyone else I know. He lives for Christ. He is the very picture of moral integrity. To your face or behind your back, my Dad is the exact same person. He says what he believes. He makes everyone laugh. He understands me.

I love my parents. I love how much they love other people. I love that they are honest, hardworking people that have taught their children to be the same way. I love that they love their kids and their grandkids. I love the way they have shown us all how to be Christ Followers.


I miss you, Mama and Daddy. I wish I could be there with you, to love you and support you through these difficult times. Until we can make it home; stay strong, stand up for yourselves and know that those that love you far outweigh those that don't, both in number and in IQ. ;)