My Mother

So last night I wasn't feeling very good.  I was so tired I wanted to sleep, but my stomach was bothering me so much I couldn't.  I was too tired to get up and do anything about it, but it was really bothering me.  The first thing I could think of was to call "mommy" and whine.

Can I just say how WONDERFUL my "mommy" is?  She let me talk to her and whine and complain about how awful I felt.  She gave me suggestions, but when I said that I knew I should, but I was too tired to even sit up, she didn't nag me or anything.  She just let me vent about how sick I felt.  She even offered to come get me (but I was REALLY tired).  How sweet is that.

I am so blessed to have a mom who will let me call her late at night and whine about how sick I am, and that my mom is still with me to be able to do that.  Even though I'm 25, I can still be treated (when I'm sick of course :-P) like I'm 5 again and she will take care of me.

Thank you, mom.  I love you SOOOOOO much.

Love,
Liz (Janers ;-) )