Man, why do I love my mom? That's easily the hardest the question anyone can ask. I love my mom... because she's my mom. Because she's the one person I can trust above everyone else, the one person who truly gets me for who I am, the one person I can tell anything to and get nothing but support and great ideas back. She's my confidant, my best personal advisor, and my biggest supporter. She's given me money when needed, advice when I was lost, and she helped me through some intense childhood depression until she could finally talk me into taking medication (and I've been fine since!). She's seen me at worst, and my best, and still loves me more than anyone else. I love when she visits (she always wants to do the most fun things), I love talking to her about the rest of my family (we have a nice series of inside jokes about them all), and I love drinking wine and eating great food with her (she's a classy lady). She cooks my favorite foods, and is one of the best cooks I've ever eaten from. She teaches me how to be an adult and is one of the key reasons I've been able to succeed in life.
There's no one I care about more than my mom, and there's no one that cares about me more than my mom. I can't imagine how it would be possible for me to love her more, or vice versa. If I could move one person from my hometown in Alabama up here with me in NYC, it would be my mom. Hands down. No questions asked.
Mom, I love you more than you'll ever know and just want to thank you for being so great to me and helping me whenever I need it!