To My Mom

My mummy in the 70's in Chicago

Happy Mother's Day to my beautiful mother.  

She moved to the US from England when she was nineteen.  Nineteen.  Alone...in the days before cell phones, before internet...in the days when going abroad meant you were really going to some place far away.  

She came from a little place called Blackpool - and in those days, there weren't many choices for a woman.  So - instead of doing what most everyone else was doing, instead of taking the path of least resistance and getting married, settling down and having children, she flew with arms wide open to the land of opportunity. 

Mummy and me circa 1979

She is the most amazing woman I know.  She is the kind of woman who can make you feel like she woke up that morning just to see you...she is the kind of woman who's laugh is loud and contagious...she is the kind of woman who will start a dance floor any time, every time...she is real, she is genuine, she is 100% true...she is caring and kind and selfless...she is the kind of woman who you wish you had as a friend.

She starts every day with a smile, she walks with a spring in her step, she's a heck of a lot of fun and she still - for the love of God - has the body of a 25 year old.  

And she is my mom.

Mum and Dad started us on boats early!

I am so thankful and so lucky to call her mine.

I love you mom.  Thank you - always - for your unconditional love and support throughout the past thirty-two years.  But most importantly, thank you for instilling in me the importance of following dreams and giving me the strength to venture to horizons unknown.

I love you so much!

Love,

Brittany