First of all, that's bullshit …
I don't believe in signs, and I never will. Things happen for a reason, and I'll leave it at that.
So, despite all my worrying about heading to Charleston last weekend, everything with the tennis championship came out OK. We had a challenging day to deal with Saturday, as Mother Nature decided to unleash her tears on us three separate times before we moved matches indoors. I was pissed when it rained. I mean, furious. All that planning and implementing. I suppose the weekend wouldn't have been as memorable had everything just worked the way it was supposed to. There are always challenges, but the Deacs pulled out their whoppin' sticks and won the regional 4-0 over American and 4-1 over Clemson. The next stop is Stanford, for the national championships. Good luck ladies!
Today is mother's day, and I find it only fitting I write a note to my mom.
Mom, I want to thank you for everything. It isn't just about constantly supporting me and cheering me on. It is about how you believe in me. You have instilled in me a confidence, where I know that no matter what, things will work out. I'm able to find positives in every day, and that is thanks to you. I get pissed. I yell. I verbalize my anger. All of the traits may not be the best, but you taught me to deal with them.
I've grown up an extremely luck person. Because of you and dad, I've had little to worry about. But you've taught me more than you know. You've taught me that it is ok to have emotion and to show it. You've taught me what is right and wrong in relationships. You've taught me how to love friends and family unconditionally. And most importantly, you've taught me how to be a giving person, yet not let people take advantage of that.
Everyone will say this today, but I feel like the luckiest child in the world. I will always appreciate everything you have done for me, every sacrifice, every second spent unselfishly. I will always remember that, and love you for it. I love you mom.
I don't believe in signs, and I never will. Things happen for a reason, and I'll leave it at that.
So, despite all my worrying about heading to Charleston last weekend, everything with the tennis championship came out OK. We had a challenging day to deal with Saturday, as Mother Nature decided to unleash her tears on us three separate times before we moved matches indoors. I was pissed when it rained. I mean, furious. All that planning and implementing. I suppose the weekend wouldn't have been as memorable had everything just worked the way it was supposed to. There are always challenges, but the Deacs pulled out their whoppin' sticks and won the regional 4-0 over American and 4-1 over Clemson. The next stop is Stanford, for the national championships. Good luck ladies!
Today is mother's day, and I find it only fitting I write a note to my mom.
Mom, I want to thank you for everything. It isn't just about constantly supporting me and cheering me on. It is about how you believe in me. You have instilled in me a confidence, where I know that no matter what, things will work out. I'm able to find positives in every day, and that is thanks to you. I get pissed. I yell. I verbalize my anger. All of the traits may not be the best, but you taught me to deal with them.
I've grown up an extremely luck person. Because of you and dad, I've had little to worry about. But you've taught me more than you know. You've taught me that it is ok to have emotion and to show it. You've taught me what is right and wrong in relationships. You've taught me how to love friends and family unconditionally. And most importantly, you've taught me how to be a giving person, yet not let people take advantage of that.
Everyone will say this today, but I feel like the luckiest child in the world. I will always appreciate everything you have done for me, every sacrifice, every second spent unselfishly. I will always remember that, and love you for it. I love you mom.
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