|an old but favorite picture|
My mom and I are best friends. We talk numerous times a day, and there’s not much that happens in our lives that we don’t instantly share with each other. She’s my rock when life gets hard and my biggest cheerleader. I can’t imagine walking through life without her. Growing up my friends were magnets to my mom, and sometimes I just didn’t understand why they liked her so much! sorry mom! When I think about Mary Anna, I start to get a glimpse of how much my mommy loves me. Being a mom has taught me to be thankful for my mom in a whole new way. I have always known that she’s the best, but lately it has been confirmed.
Through my walk with Mary Anna, she never doubted my girl. She cried, laughed, was angry, prayed and fought with me every step of the way. I’ll never forget the joy in her eyes when she met Mary Anna. She was so proud of her, and it melted my heart. Then when our sweet girl went to heaven, she missed her just as much as I did. She still does. That’s why my Mary Anna is named after her. When Dan and I were talking about what to name her, we instantly considered naming her after my mom, Marianne.
The day we confirmed her name we were driving to our home town, and I told Dan that I was really ready to get the show on the road in the name department. He said, “Oh I thought we had settled on Mary Anna.” I was thrilled, but of course, wanted the decision to be equally his. I said why do you want her to be named after mom, and he said, “Because I want her to be exactly like your mom, I want her to love like she does, be selfless, and be full of grace… if there’s one person besides you Karebear that I would want our baby girl to be like, it is your mom.” So it was set, and as soon as we walked into the door, we told my parents about the decision about her name. In true fashion, my mom said, “I’m not worthy for someone to be named after me.”, and it confirmed the reasoning behind her namesake. Humble MA.
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