Today is the birthday of one of my most favorite people in the world. Not just because she made it possible for me to be alive, but because she is my best friend. Of course during my teenage years this was not so, but I have grown to be quite like her.
She taught me to sew and cook and to be kind and forgiving (even though I didn't always deserve it).
She is one of the most beautiful people I know, I always secretly wished that I had blue eyes like hers, but I was given what I was given, and she always made sure that I knew she thought I was beautiful.
I have learned from her that I can do anything I want to if I put a little time, and effort in to it. I have memories of her single handedly remodeling bathrooms and gardening a huge garden, shoveling snow in the winter and putting up very large real christmas trees. It's amazing to me all that she did when we were growing up with little or no help from the peanut gallery.
Its funny how these lessons our parents teach us, they teach us by just being, somehow they seep in to our personalities with out us knowing it. On the other hand, the things they actually try to teach us seem to go in one ear and out the other or simply stay with us through repetition or otherwise known as nagging. I wonder what things my kids will take with them in to adulthood and insert in to the lives of my grandchildren.
