This one should be easy, should it not? Today is my day of birth, therefore, today I honor my mother. She’s my hero for the reason why every mom is a hero, she took the chance that I could be mean, rotten AND evil, she birthed me, she raised me (pretty well, I might add), all while holding down jobs, growing a garden, and yes even mowing grass. She can stretch a meal to feed extra mouths that appear out of thin air at the last minute, make everyone feel welcome, and simultaneously manufacture a tasty meal with something everyone will enjoy. She takes everyone into consideration, puts herself last most of the time, and makes sure none of us do without. Probably not the most well written tribute, but a tribute nonetheless. In short, she’s a mom. She’s my mom. And I love her.