te amo mucho

I love my mom.

I was her first baby, I am still her baby, and I will always be her baby. She loves me more than I know I can understand. She is my best friend. She hears it first. I call her every morning as I walk to class or work. She gives me the counsel that only a mom can give.

You know, most kids go off to school and hear from their parents once in awhile. I call my mom every single day. If she doesn't hear from me, I will get the midnight text asking if I was alright, if I was mad at her, or how my day was. She knows exactly what is happening in my life and knows just by my voice if I am happy, sad, stressed, upset, you name it, she knows. Growing up has made our relationship only stronger. Moving out and leaving my mom was the end of the world for me. I remember crying on the phone to her for the first weeks at school. I loved BYU but I got really home sick. I can still remember sitting in the hallway that connected the two sides of the hall and just crying on the phone.

When I went to Mexico, the limited connection I had to my parents was terrible. It was almost like being on a mission. I called her from Mexico for Mother's Day last year. I still remember that too. My journal says, "The best part of of the day was getting to call home. What a mother's day. To hear my mom's voice after 2 weeks of not hearing it!"

The pictures we take together are always the same. I am always trying to get as close to her as I can. I love you mom. You have shaped me in every way possible. The support you give me is more than anything. I know that even when life is getting me down, you will make it better. You have taught me to live life day by day and it has made all of the difference. Thank you for everything you have taught me, all that you have given me, and the love that you constantly show me. Te amo mucho - un monton. :) muchos besos y abrazos.