Some people believe in writer’s block and others don’t. I’m in the camp of the believers and I know in my case I get writers block when I’m trying too hard to make sure something is perfect. I have to admit that was the case when I sat down to write this.
Today is my mom’s birthday and we celebrated it as a family this past weekend. I wanted to write something to read at the party in honor of the birthday girl, also known as Linda (sometimes Linda Loo), Mom, Grandma, and Oma.
I must have stopped and started a dozen times, the first one was too formal, the second one too long, and as I read each of them out loud, I knew that I still hadn’t just written from the heart. And then it came to me. I’m not sure which one of us teared up more while I read it. I’ve revised it slightly since I’m posting it rather than reading it and wanted to share it on this very special day.
As a little girl I remember feeling proud because I had the prettiest and smartest mom on the block. Our house was always warm and inviting, every holiday was extra special, and I knew she always had my back. The feeling I had as a little girl hasn’t gone way it’s grown.
My mom is one of the people I admire most in the world. She inspires me in countless ways and I know I’m not alone when I say that she is one of my heroes and wouldn’t be the person I am today without her.
Today we celebrate Linda, a beautiful wife, mother, grandmother, and friend. We celebrate the joy she brings to all of us through the way she touches our lives.
Happy Birthday from all of us to you!