For loving me.
For always knowing that I could do anything I set out to do.
For teaching me about God.
For giving me my sister and brother.
For loving our Dad.
For Shelly, my handmade (by you) Cabbage Patch Doll.
For all the hours you practiced solos with me.
For your work as our choir accompanist all through my high school years.
For not yelling when I had my first car accident in your car, Easter Sunday, 1993.
For letting me come home after a year of partying and not studying in college.
For taking the time to make my beautiful wedding dress and all the arrangements when Jon and I were "not wanting to wait" to get married.
For calmly talking me through many a moment of Matthew's first 5 years.
For being right next to me for Caleb's birth when I was so scared.
For being an incredibly loving and patient and FUN grandma!
For being just as excited for us as we were for ourselves when we bought our home.
For being just a phone call away.
I love you!