To my mother...
One day, a little girl loved you very much.
So much, she wanted to be just like you.
You were everything to her. To be away from you meant she would never see you again. So, she never left your side.
You were good to her. You filled her with excitement of simple things like tea parties, and high heels, and cooking dinner.
This crazy thing called adolescence hit and she still loved you, but it was harder for her to show it. You were still good to her though. You filled her with excitement of simple things like making music, and getting good grades, and following Jesus.
Then she decided to become a teenager. You spent a lot of time together now, as always, you were good to her. You filled her with excitement of simple things like writing about what made her happy, and playing her instrument, and loving her family.
Then she fell in love. You were worried and happy and scared for her all at once. And even though she wasn't always there, you were still good to her. You filled her with excitement of simple things like working her first job, and going to college, and chasing her dreams.
Then she became a bride. You still saw her, a lot, but seeing her a lot still felt like less. You never complained. You always were good to her. You filled her with excitement of simple things like being a good wife, and owning a home, and teaching others.
Time continues to go on, yet, the little girl has never forgotten how good to her you always were. Sometimes far away, sometimes right by your side, she sits hoping that she can fill you with excitement of simple things like laughter, and Friday night dinners, and a daughter who loves you very much.