My mom is an awesome lady. She got pregnant for me when she was a senior in high school, and I was born three days after she turned 19. We've had some ups and downs, but I've always known that she would be there for me not matter what. She's a tough woman- gave birth naturally four times!
After I lost Brenna my mom took a week off from work to take care of me (without me even asking). I would never have admitted that I needed help, and I wouldn't ever ask her to help me, but I didn't need to. She knew I needed her and I think that if they didn't give her the week off she just would have quit her job to be there when I needed her. She always goes out of her way to remember Brenna, which means a lot to me.
Here is a picture of us, circa 1978:
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