My post today is dedicated to my mom.
On May 19, 1943 a baby girl was born in Coahuila, Mexico. She would not have the easiest life, in fact when I've told stories of her childhood my friends have been amazed that a little girl had to endure what she did.
But she did. And she became the amazing woman that she is today. She is a very big part of the reason that I am who I am, and that makes me proud.
She is fiercely loyal, has a thick Mexican accent (which I am clearly oblivious to, since that's all I've ever known), loves to laugh, and most of all..... she is a fighter (in the best possible sense of the term).
Happy day mom. I love you.