You mean a lot to me. More than you'll ever know, actually. You don't just mean a lot to me, you mean the world to me. I love you. A lot. Thank you for always being there for me. You pray for me without ceasing – and it makes a difference. You love me a lot – I can hear it when you laugh, see it when you smile, and feel it when you kiss me goodnight, no matter how tired you are. You drive me to meetings, coffee dates, and school without ever making me feel like the reason you are so busy. Whatever is going on in my life, I know that I can always turn to you, knowing that you'll turn me to Jesus. Every. Single. Time. The way you listen when I don't make sense, laugh when my jokes aren't funny, and cry when I'm hurting is proof enough that you love. Not only do you love me and the rest of us unconditionally, but you love Jesus. He is everything to you, and I see it. You see yourself fail sometimes; I see your determination to run to Jesus even harder. I can honestly say that you are my role model. You and Morgan, but mostly you. :) The way you reach out and love people, even when you get hurt in the process, is inspiring. The way you pour into others, even when it seems that you have nothing left to give because I just drained you. :) When people are stowed away in our house because they desperately need love and you know how to give it, I marvel because I still have so far to go. You aren't perfect, but you're running after Perfection. You correct out of love. It hurts sometimes, for both me and you, yet we come of it stronger and closer to Jesus, and I am always so thankful that I have a mom who loves me enough to bring correction where it needs to be brought. Thank you for always showing me what it means to be in love. You love dad, yes, and I love watching you two, but seeing Jesus' love for you reciprocated is amazing to watch. He is #1 in your life. I want Him to be #1 in mine, too. You really are my hero, and I want to be just like my momma when I grow up. No buts about it.
Oh, and I love you.