Someone you admire.
It goes without saying that someone I really admire is my mother. She is the strongest person I know.
My mum takes every awful thing that life throws at her and comes out stronger on the other side. I don’t understand how she does.
She is kind, graceful, truthful, beautiful, loving, caring and she does so much for me and the rest of my family.
Everyone relies on my mum, and everyone respects her opinion. She can sense who is good for me and who isn’t. She isn’t afraid to tell me when I’m doing wrong. She loves me in spite of the things I do wrong.
She makes it easy to talk to her about most things.
Of course we have our ups and downs, but that’s only because we’re best friends. And best friends bicker.
Your earliest memory.
I mean, honestly I had a great childhood. I grew up with loving and supportive parents, a caring and protective older brother and an extended family who grew up as my best friends.
Most of my early memories include them.
Sunday’s at our grandparents, heading straight to the freezer to get a Magnum or a Cornetto. Lining up in front of the fridge while my man squirted whipped cream directly from the CAN into our mouths. Faking being sick so that I could skip a day off school and hang out with my grandparents instead. Summer BBQ’s at uncle Jeff’s or Gary’s or Steve’s. Playing with all the dogs (or whatever pet Jessie had sneakily brought home) and being the baby of the family (until Bethany that is!)
My earliest memories include my wonderful family, whom I wouldn’t be here without.