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Day 4: Someone you Love

Hello beautiful people!

So an obvious choice for today’s post would have been my HusBae cos we all know how much I adore him but let me tell you guys about the love I have for this person.

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My mommy ❤️ Photo credit: Sorce Photography

 

I don’t think my words will do the love I have for this woman justice. I have seen her bend over backwards just so that I can be okay. She’s so selfless and would readily give up her comfort for mine. There is nothing I need that she won’t provide, that’s if she’s got it & if she hasn’t, she’ll find a way to get it for me. Anything to make me okay, really.

Seeing as I’m her only girl (I’ve got 2 brothers), many people call me a mummy’s girl and I’ve always denied it but thinking of it, it is actually true. I’m a proper mummy’s girl and I forever will be. She may not have all the luxuries in the world to give me but she has always given me the most important thing; her love. She covers me with her love so much that even when I have nothing, I feel like I have everything.

Did I mention that I love when she gives me compliments? She always tells me how good I’m looking when I’m all dressed up & gives me the most ‘fans’. If no one ever told me I was beautiful, I wouldn’t mind at all because I’ve heard it enough from her to last me a lifetime yet when I’m dressed up and she doesn’t say it, I ask, “Won’t you tell me I’m looking good?!” (lol 🙈)

My fondest memory of her is the time I first opened my eyes after regaining consciousness in a hospital a few years ago and she was right there outside the window, just watching me. I had been in a life threatening situation which probably almost gave her a panic attack. She should have been mad at me but all I saw in her eyes were love and a lot of anxiety. I will forever cherish that memory because if I never knew she loved me, that moment proved she had more than just love for me.

Have I mentioned how much she annoys me? Jeez! It seems she knows exactly what to do to annoy me 🙄🙄🙄 & she can piss me off so much that I give her the silent treatment but 3 minutes later we’ll be talking and laughing like nothing happened. She even annoyed me this evening before I wrote this 🤣 But that never changes the way I feel about her 😍❤️

She has been a great mom to me and I’ll forever love & cherish her and every single memory made, good or bad. She caught me in an Internet cafe once when I was a kid and I was supposed to be home; boy, she proper slapped & dragged me out of there and as painful as it was then, that memory is just for laughs now.

On my side of the world, we didn’t grow up saying “I love you” to our parents every day so it’s awkward for me to just come out and say it to her, however, I do make sure that my actions speak louder than my words ever will.

 

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Isn’t it amazing how at one point in my life I was just chilling inside her belly?

 

Tell me about one person you love guys, I love to hear from you!

Always here if you need to talk: talktomrsa@gmail.com

Love always,

Mrs. A

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Author:

I'm a young wife, an encourager and a writer at heart, walking in my purpose and following God's lead. I’ve got a heart as big as my hips and I love reaching out to people who are hurting or suffering in silence. I know everyone goes through something at some point in life and through my writing, I want to make such people know that no matter who they are or what they go through, they can count on me to be there for them. Follow my journey as I share my life experiences in the hope of making you go a little harder at whatever you do. 💞always. Mrs A the encourager.

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