11/20/2025
Today would have been my mother’s birthday.
And even after all these years, there are no perfect words for the kind of absence a mother leaves behind. Losing her created a wound that time doesn’t erase—it simply teaches you how to breathe around it.
My mother was breathtaking, not because of how she looked, but because of who she was. Gentle and unshakeably strong. Tender and deeply principled. The kind of woman whose presence made you feel seen, safe, and loved without condition.
Anything good you recognize in me is rooted in her. Her courage. Her resilience. Her unwavering faith. Her ability to love with a generosity that felt like sunlight.
Today, my heart is full of gratitude for every sacrifice she made, every prayer she whispered, and every step she took to bring me into this world and shape the woman I am becoming.
I carry her with me—in my work, in my words, in the way I care for others, and in the quiet moments where I still reach for her wisdom.
There’s an angel watching over me, guiding me, grounding me, reminding me of who I am.
And I call her Mom. 💜
