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My mom... is the very woman who held me in her arms after nine months of being in her belly and after 12 long hours of labor (it may have been 10 or 14, I'm not sure). Uncontrollably and undeniable, that is the moment when any mother falls in love with her tiny baby and it's stuck upon the two of you forever and ever. Even though the words might not have been said so often over my life of eighteen years, I do Love my mom, and I know that she Loves me, too. Sometimes actions aren't as easy to recognize at the time, but looking back and looking forward I see that actions can speak louder than words, and they do. 
My mom has gotten me through this life. There are so many times where I thought my independent little self could do something on my own, and usually I did. But had I not had her example in the back of my mind I wouldn't have been able to do whatever it was I was trying. My mother is a blessing in so many ways, and I will always be forever grateful for her in my life. 

For who she is.
For who she isn't.
For all she has and hasn't done.
For all the love and strength given to me.
For walking me through life.
For being my mom. 

My sister Rebecca... is the logic in the family. Anything you ever need to know, she can tell you. Even in the silliest form of an answer, she has it. She knows how to Love unconditionally and beat any trial that gets thrown at her. She carries strength and gives out Love with honestly like it were flowers. She never ceases to amaze me. Following close behind our mother, with three children herself, her love is worth the world. And as I've found out, we don't see each other nearly enough, but I still love her all the same.

My sister Elizabeth... is someone I've gotten to know better in the past two years. She is a strong woman, probably more so than any of us in the family. I admire that. She never gives up. She has been through a lot and is wiser from all of it. She is a woman I can always find something in her that I need to learn. She knows how to Love with her whole heart, and her kindness can't deny that.



My sister Lisa... is absolutely positively my bestest friend. We are as close to twins as two people who aren't can get. She gets life. She sees people through the eyes of God and is always taking care of others. She was there to back up my mom when three little boys were weighing her down and now she has three children of her own who she renders to each day. She is grounded with zeal and has all the affection that any person could need. 

These women are my hero's.

 I don't know what I would do without any of them. I can go to all of them for everything or each of them for something, and they always give me what I need to learn and grow. It's kind of like they have been my watering can all of these years. I love them all so dearly and am incredibly blessed, so so blessed that I can be a part of their life- all thanks to my mom.
To all of the other women in my life, thank you for your example. I wish I could name you all, because you rock.