We do not choose our mothers. They are chosen for us, by God or the grinding, chaotic mechanisms of the universe, depending on your belief. In a great irony of life, we do not choose the person that has the most poignant impact on the deepest parts of who we become.
When I was born to this world, I won the lottery. I was given as a gift an angel to watch over me every day of my youth; to hug me when I needed warmth; to kiss my scrapes when life chose to teach me a lesson; to teach me in her way what right looked like; to have her heart broken when I left for West Point; and to pray and hurt for me every moment for the year I spent in Iraq.
She is the most wonderful woman I know. When I seek shelter from this world, I need only put myself in her presence, and comfort and unconditional love pour forth. She is always positive, quick to laughter, open with unfettered affection, and slow to criticism. I love her beyond words. I am forever grateful for her.
Happy birthday to Joni Gale Horn. My mother and my guardian angel.
When I was born to this world, I won the lottery. I was given as a gift an angel to watch over me every day of my youth; to hug me when I needed warmth; to kiss my scrapes when life chose to teach me a lesson; to teach me in her way what right looked like; to have her heart broken when I left for West Point; and to pray and hurt for me every moment for the year I spent in Iraq.
She is the most wonderful woman I know. When I seek shelter from this world, I need only put myself in her presence, and comfort and unconditional love pour forth. She is always positive, quick to laughter, open with unfettered affection, and slow to criticism. I love her beyond words. I am forever grateful for her.
Happy birthday to Joni Gale Horn. My mother and my guardian angel.