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  2 Corinthians 1:2-4 "Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Churst, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God."(NIV)

Home Moms Blog October 21, 2010

October 21, 2010

Taylor,                                                                          10/6/2006

I don't think I tell you enough how proud I am of you and how much I love you.

I assume you know it, but it always helps to hear words of encouragement.

Your whole life you have been a blessing to me. I guess God knew what I was capable of as a mother so he blessed me with a 'perfect' child! You don't know how many people complement me on you. From when you were a child to today- friends, family, adults, kids, other moms, and teachers-they all brag on you.

First of all you are so handsome! Tall, strong, eyes, hair, smile... you are the total package!

Your sense of humor, you are so funny and clever. The 'Taylorism's' from over the years, I wish I have been writing them down- what a funny book it would be! You are a funny funny person!

You are also very very smart-WOW! I am so very amazed at your intelligence! It seems like you are just naturally gifted, you don't ever seem to make much of an effort and you excel in all your studies. I am so very proud of what you have accomplished in your schoolin'! It makes me beam when I tell people of how gifted you are. I know that you can become whatever you want to become, the world IS YOUR oyster.

You are good. Your soul, character, who you 'are', is genuinely good. You just don't find many grownups, much less youngsters (especially boys! sorry) who others look up to as having character and integrity. You are trustworthy, your word is good.

I know now as you are thrown into 'adult hood' in March, things are going to be harder for you. Living your life on your own, going to college, finding a job, buying your own car, house and 'stuff', managing your time and money- it's not easy. Then throw in finding your future wife- and unfortunately having to go through a lot of 'no's- ugh!

I wish I could spare you the heartache. But in order to grow up, I have to let you grow up bumps and bruises. That is the hardest part of being a parent, watching your child hurt and make mistakes. But you will the wiser and stronger for it. Don't forget to learn from your mistakes and failures- that would be the only failure.

I pray for you every day, I want you to remember that. Where ever you are in this world, whatever is going on, as long as I'm alive- I hope you find comfort in that your mother is praying for you.

 Love, mommy


Funny, not in a haha way but a odd way that I wrote this 1 year in advance of the accident. Now I look at the words and wonder if they sunk in. If he really knew how much he was loved.

When I write letters to Tara, I just hope that she understands the love behind the words.


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