my heart.

My mother, my heart, my love, my trusting hand, my everything.

Can I just tell you how wonderful she is? Since I've been in Ecuador she is the one I have talked to most. She's listened to me be tired, to be excited, to cry, to hear my experiences, and to be happy. She's my strength, and my balance I always need in life. She tells me when I'm being completely ridiculous, and always changes my perspective to see where others are coming from. Although, when I'm not in the wrong she's quick to take my side, and make me feel better. Her example is the only thing that gets me through my hardest days here. Her love is radiating and sincere.  She wants the best for everyone and especially for her family, and she will go to  any extent to keep a smile upon our faces. Some nights I stay awake and think about some of the things I put her through growing up and I start to cry, she exemplifies Christ perfectly. She's hilarious which is an added bonus, I find myself doing little things that she does everyday and I always say "thats so cindy." I'm grateful for her patience, and for her listening to me cry countless hours and somehow always making me feel better with a new perspective, and a smile upon my face. She raised us the best she could, and I sometimes think about the orphans I am with everyday and I ask Heavenly Father how I got so blessed to have her. I will never take for granted another second for having perfect, loving parents. 

I hope that one day, I will be half the woman she is.