Gratitude - Day 5

Where and how can I possibly start on this post? It is this time of year that memories flood through my heart. My mom was the best mom hands down. She was the most giving, trusting, accepting, loving human being. She never complained (something I'm not nearly as good at). I have never met someone like her. She was so unselfish. Even in her days of not feeling well, she was always thinking of others, usually her family. I was lucky enough to work with her for a summer at the Boyer Company. I was an assistant to the accounting department and whoever needed me. It wasn't the funnest job in the world but it made for some great memories. We would eat lunch together everyday. We would either make lunch there or walk to Einstein's or somewhere close. If we left the office, we somehow always ended up at the mall. My love to shop came from her that's for sure. We would walk and talk and laugh. She had the best laugh. I remember always feeling loved and taken care of. I remember being read to. One of my fondest memories of my mom was her playing the piano. She wasn't the best piano player but she loved to do it. At night she would either be reading or playing the piano (or sneaking chocolate chips from the fridge). I remember not being able to sleep and hearing the soft piano from the basement. I would creep downstairs, sit by my mom, and listen. We usually wouldn't talk for a bit but just sit. I will never forget those nights. I remember coming home from school to warm wheat bread just out of the oven. I remember watching my mom cook and cook and cook. In high school my friends always wanted to go to my house because my mom was the best cook. She really was. I could go on and on and on. I am sure this just sounds like rambles and probably has terrible grammar (apparently you lose brain cells after having a baby!). Right now when I think of my mom I think of her as an example and someone to emulate. I am trying my hardest to be like her and to raise Eliza to someday say that I am the best mom. Not for the praise or glory, but for Eliza. Motherhood is amazing. I now know why my mom was so selfless and loving. You can't help but be when you have a little soul sent from heaven for you to take care of.