Why my Mom is perfect

Roses for Mom


By some external measures of perfection my Mom would not fit the bill.  She did not stay at home all the time in an apron cooking brownies. We didn't live in a mansion or have everything we wanted. What I did have was love.  Through good and bad times, and even the time I mighty have been annoyed, I knew she loved me. I knew that she wanted the best for me. Without her being how she was I would not be who I am. Therefore she was perfect.



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Jena Morrow said…
Your mom brought this post to my attention tonight; it really meant a lot to her. Thank you for honoring her so beautifully here. :) She truly is a keeper!

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