Mother...

I laugh like my mother...

...full and loud...

My mother is an amazing cook...nobody can make meringue as high and fluffy...

The summer before my senior year I had extensive jaw surgery and was hospitalized for a few days.  The morning of my surgery my mother drove me to the hospital and she held my hand the entire way.  She told me over and over how much she loved me and how proud of me she was.  I wasn't afraid when the doctors rolled me away...

Since that first surgery I have had four other surgeries and my mother has been with me for every single one, holding my hand and telling me how much she loves me.

My mother was present for all three of my boys births, welcoming them to the world with squeezes and kisses, cooing in her "baby" voice...."I am your Nana!"

...She wears bold, bright and BIG jewelry...

....to match her bold and bright clothes.  She has just as many pairs of shoes as I do...

...and that is a lot!

My mother is witty and intelligent...

...but as a teenager I was able to fool her a few times (don't worry mom, you know about all those times now)

My mother is an entertainer...always able to make the people around her laugh.

I love it when I am out in public and someone approaches me and asks if I am Jennifer's daughter...

...I proudly answer, "yes!"

...I often hear praises sung in my mothers name, mostly the parents of a student she has taught...

....and many times changed their life.

"You look just like your mother"...a compliment I hear often...

....and it never gets old.

My mother is gullible...

...so am I.

I love the way my mother smells...

....of White Shoulders perfume.

At one time, when my brother and I were very little, it was just the three of us...

...my memories of my mother are strongest during that time.  I remember always feeling safe...

....Today I celebrate my mom...

...I love you Mom!