Dear Mama. Often, there’s not another person who loves me the way you do. Endless, eternal, deep, heartfelt and pure. Sometimes I mess up, do the wrong thing, make mistakes. But through it all, you love me. You lay the law down when it needs to be. We get on each others nerves, shout, yell – then hug and move forward. I’ll never fully appreciate what you’ve done for me, but the least I can do is say thank you. I love you, Mom!