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.