There's no better feeling than waking up to the realization that the daughter you raised has grown up to become a better woman than I could ever dream of being. For all the trials and tribulations of trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel during those teenage years when you ask yourself a hundred times...how are we ever going to survive this...and here you are. Looking at her and seeing the beautiful light of her soul.
Her kind, nurturing ways are the best blessing a mother could ever ask for.
She's had a rough year but has stood strong and stayed faithful. Known in her heart that the only thing she actually could control was her own reactions. She's seen the best in people when I'm sure it was all she could do to not scream to the heavens and stuck in there and fought what battles she could fight and let the other ones go.
She knows when to forgive and why it's important. She puts the reason in being reasonable. She listens and speaks with her heart, even when the words she has to say aren't necessarily the ones someone wants to hear. She's a good wife...a good mother...a good friend...and most of all...she's the daughter that any mother could ever be blessed with having.
When I think of unconditional love...I think of her. Because that is what she gives to the world. She's strength. She is kind. She is nurturing. And she is wise beyond her years because her soul is filled with grace, humility, and love that shines with beauty.
My father had to have known that from the beginning when he sang "You Are My Sunshine" the very first time as he held her in the rocking chair. Because she is sunshine that lights everyone's way.