To my Momma.

Not that I ever call her Momma to her face.

She's Mom. Not Momma, or Mother, just Mom. Always has been. I was pretty convinced up until I was 5 that Mom was actually her first name.
There aren't many things that are constant in my life, but she's definitely one of them. 

I was blessed with the most fantastic of families. Really, they're superb. Great enough for me to use weird vocabulary in order to describe them.

I would like to write a post on each member of my family, and that's going to take a little while, seeing as I won't be doing this every day. 

But, since it was my Mom's birthday last week, we're going to start with her.

My mom has done some pretty incredible things in her life.

Like raising me.

No, I'm not being conceded.

I'm saying that this girl right here was NOT easy to raise.

Not in the slightest.

We fought all the time, and that was because I was a pain in the butt.

Ever since I was 18 months old I've been opinionated and stubborn as heck. 

If I wanted to wear pink every day, by golly I was going to.

If my socks weren't on right I threw a kicking, screaming, crying fit.

I still have issues with my socks and I'm 21.

Some things you just don't grow out of.

Yet she put up with the sock problems, 

the nothing-but-pink stage, 

the 15 different musical instruments I HAD to learn, 

the part where I almost didn't graduate high school, 

the sass, the tears, the fights, and the all around crazy I brought into our lives.

And I still turned out alright.

She is the most fantastic woman I've ever met, and I can only hope that I turn out to be half the person she is.

Someone that worked full-time as a single mom to take care of her 2 toddlers.

Someone that brought us into our new family, and gave us the best life we could possibly have.

My rock, my example, my best friend.

Someone that has been through so much bad, but still somehow sees the good in everything.

In the last year alone I've watched her go through so much, especially with her sweet mom passing away, and everything that followed afterwards.

She is the sweetest, strongest, most independent woman I know, and every day I thank God that she is my Momma.