She's the woman that made me initially hate the color red. The person I experienced my first earth quake with at a mere few months old, in a place quakes never happened. The one that I would eat my bologna sandwiches with between kindergarten classes. The woman that taught me how to cook...especially her famous fried meatballs. The one that knows everything about me, that I talk to every day regardless of where I am. The woman that would sleep with her cell phone under her pillow waiting for me to text when I got home...when living in a different states. The one that makes me jealous of my older sisters, because they will always have any where from 5-9 years longer with her than I will. She has loved me, cried with me, cried for me, made me change outfits if she didn't like what I was wearing, supported me, got me through my worst of times as well as my best. She is everything I hope to be someday, and everything I have worked towards becoming. The one that I couldn't imagine a day with out. The one that understood when I didn't want to live away at college; understood when I had to move to New York to "do my acting thing"; the one that was stronger than I was upon saying goodbye the morning that I drove off on my way to Los Angeles; and the one that said she would see me back home once I got to Connecticut. She sends easter bread in the mail; is my best scrabble opponent, and loves making puzzles with me. The woman that never squelched dreams, but let her little dreamer just dream bigger. The one that would move me out of a scary New York apartment, and years later, a lonely Los Angeles one. She is the smiley face permanently etched into my foot that smiles at me during each step I take every day. She is my best friend. She is my mother, and the most special thing in my life.
Just a girl, reflecting on the best Momma in the world on this particular day dedicated to the such. I can proudly say, every day is my Mother's Day.
