Dear Mom, I remember when I would come home from school, frustrated and annoyed that I didn't get anything they talked about in class. From first grade up to sixth you would spend two hours with me every single night, to try to help me just comprehended the lesson taught that day. I still remember how you would sit me down at the dining room table to help me with my Friday Projects. When the student teacher conferences rolled around and the teacher always would say to me "Analise, you did so good, the best in the class!" and then you would say that I did all of it and stare down at me with a smile that still rocks my world. I love you so much that a day doesn't go by that I don't hug you before school, say "I love you" and kiss you goodnight. I wish, pray, and hope to grow up to be fraction of your beauty, kindness, loving heart, and the joy you always have. Happy Mother's Day, mama bear!