For Gwendolyn with no middle name… on Mother’s Day

Mom, I am so blessed to have you as my parent. Thank you so much for:

my family unit of which you are the hub, the one around which we gather
your style, the objects you surround yourself with and hold dear, even though they sometimes come from garage sales
your availability, our early morning talks
your love of coffee and willingness to share it with everyone
well, hey, your love of food in general, and the way you make it a part of every good gathering of people (cinnamon roll queen…)
your total lack of complaining. I don’t know how you do it.
for not giving up on people or things too easily.
for helping Dad when he needs it.
for continuing to be curious about relationships, about technology, about faith
for making me feel special by sharing things with me that you probably don’t tell anyone else
for taking responsibility for your own feelings and not putting guilt trips on other people
for taking independent action when it’s needed, for being brave and willing to offend the right people at the right time
for loving books and being a reader
for your devotion to solitaire challenges and keeping your mind sharp
for faithfully reading my blog and liking my posts. I write for you most of the time.