Day 7 — Someone who has made your life worth living for.
This is easy.
I gave birth to her about nineteen years ago and she is the glue that holds our entire family together.
My Little Red.
She’s her mama’s pride and joy, her Grandma’s favorite and flames on feet. She’s more co-parent than sibling and is spreading her lovely wings into the bright future she’s worked tirelessly to create. She takes her day off to surprise me with a visit.
She’s my true North. My Eastern star. My compass, level and filter.
She’s the vault that keeps my secrets and the hug that reminds me why I refuse to quit trying again after failing a million times. She’s my biggest cheerleader and I envy anyone playing against me. I’m absolutely certain that I can’t fail because she’s in my corner.
She threw me a surprise birthday party when I turned 40, she coached me through delivering her little sister in the bathtub at home and is the first to remind me that I’m a good mom.
I don’t know how I ever got so lucky, but I count her first and last when I’m counting blessings or giving thanks. There have been years that she was the only good thing in my life and a few that I wouldn’t have made it through, without her.
She sets a stellar example for her siblings and gives her time to making sure they know she’s there with love and guidance. She’s working a great job and thriving in the safety of a healthy relationship with a wonderful gentleman.
I made her… but she makes me who I am most proud to be.