...a woman named Susan Omega Smith was born.
Now she's Susan Omega Erdelatz, and she's also my mom.
Thank goodness that worked out.
Now, at the lovely half-century point, I'd just like to take a moment to reminisce on what an amazing, godly, beautiful, loving woman she has become.
When I was in grade school, every day for as long as I can remember she would be waiting for me when I got home from school...with a snack and a hug.
In fifth grade, she visited my class to share her nutritious snack tips. As we all made our own trail mix and smoothies, a kid leaned over and said, "Abby, your mom is like, so cool." And ten-year-old me beamed with pride and said, "I know."
To this day, she impresses everyone who meets her, including any of my friends who come over to be greeted with her southern hospitality.
She's told me to sit up, shut up, listen up, straighten up, eat up, and woman up...because she's my mom.
And she's wiped my nose, dried my tears, bought me training bras, held my hair back when I'm vomiting, kept my secrets, laughed with me, cried with me, and prayed with me...because she's my mom.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
So Happy Birthday, Mommy. May all your decorating dreams for our house come true.
Love you.
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