More than you can fathom...

So, last night I was talking to my Mom and she told me that she loved me more than I could even fathom, WOW.  Okay, let me back up a little... My momma is a little sick right now, a bit of a tumor hanging on to her brain.  (She said it looks like a slice of bologna laying on the front of her brain - that's my momma!) So, we are very careful to make sure that there is nothing left unsaid, but when she told me that, it just took my breath away a bit.  She always said no one loves you like your momma, she even used to tell me a little rhyme: There once was a girl with one little curl right in the middle of the her forehead, and when she was good, she was very good, but when she was bad, no one loved her but her momma...

I think now that I am a mother, I can finally start to understand the love of a parent.  I always thought I knew about love, but unconditional love is a whole other ballgame. The kind of love that would put a 9lb 15oz wrinkly turkey on a pedestal about 3.2 miles above your own needs, wants, and dreams.  The kind of love that can watch your little monkey sleep for four hours just so you can watch his lips curl up in a smile during a good dream (probably about Spiderman.) The kind of love that puts aside the tumor in your brain to make sure that your needy, 35 year old daughter knows that you love her more deeply than she will ever fathom...

It kind of gives me a glimpse of how much God loves me...I mean sending his only son to die for me, that is a love that I cannot fathom!

So, back to my crazy Momma.  She is so fun and she thinks I am the bee's knees. I can make her laugh and she raised all of us to be independent and fun-loving.  She forced me to go to college, but I got the last laugh, my degree is in Recreation and Tourism Management, I win! She got mad at me for being an unwed mother at age 30, wouldn't talk to me for four months, but she left me voicemails every 2 weeks to let me know that she was still mad, but she loved me anyway and wanted me to know.

Now she is the loving, fabulous grandmother of my little man, as well as six other little anklebiters.  Last Thanksgiving, Cooper and I went to spend the holiday with  my parents.  It was just the four of us, we ate a great dinner, went to bed early and got up at 3 AM to do a little Black Friday line standing in... Then we went to my Mom's favorite restaurant Cracker Barrel for pancakes (seriously, how awesome is it that my mom's fave restaurant of all is CB!) After a little nap, we braved Chuck E Cheese for Cooper's birthday and my Momma got a little feisty with some little 6 year old hooligan that kept taking Cooper's tickets! We almost had a brawl, but he saw the light!

Those are the times of your life ( I think I have a Green Day song on repeat in my head now!)