During one of our located ministries, a sweet lady told me that she thinks mothers should receive a rose when their child celebrates a birthday. I never forgot that. I agree, as well as include fathers in this sentiment.
Since I cannot visit my Mom in the nursing home today...nor can I visit my precious Dad at home, I want to extend my deepest gratitude for all they did, gave, sacrificed and endured while bringing me into this world...and raising me. I know it wasn't easy having a daughter in the middle of four sons. That brought on new and unexpected circumstances. But they didn't give up. They unselfishly provided what was needed and endured much. For someone who broke my leg, was stomped by a horse, was hit in the head with a baseball bat, had multiple surgeries over the years, needed glasses, practiced piano regularly, wrecked my bike while flying over a fence, ruined their lawnmower, endured my VW breaking down on the way to college, played rock music too loud on my stereo, needed crutches in college, returned to college after graduating and was the only child to move out of state for over three decades...it's obvious that life with a daughter wasn't exactly boring. That doesn't even include my falling through the window of a door, going into shock for a week after a snake incident, almost drowning at the church camp or the broken hotel window as a teenager.
Yet they still loved me, encouraged me and attended my singing events, piano recitals and choir tours. They unconditionally love my husband and children. They still tease me about the time I learned to drive a standard "stick" shift. And they even approve of my cooking.
On yet another birthday, the first thing I must do is thank my parents for teaching me to never give up, to always be a lady, to stand for what I believe...and to love living and live loving. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for all you did...and all you mean to me. I love you...and I always will. Love forever, Your one and only daughter. (Whew!)<3~thl
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