Happy birthday to my mom... the woman who birthed me, who gave me life.
The woman to loved me when I was 8 and covered with chicken pox, who went and got me cheetos and books to read.
The woman who loved me when I ran away from home, who paid for a plane ticket to bring me home, and who didn't yell, but hugged, when I returned.
The woman who flew 3000 miles when I had a mis-carriage when I lived on the opposite coast, just to be with me.
The woman who loves my own children, just the same.
I am very grateful to have you for a mom, even if I don't tell you enough.
I love you mom!!!
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