yesterday i looked through an envelope of pictures from when i was little. and i mean little-little. and then i got to hear the story of how i was born. the whole story. i've heard a few bits of it before. but not the whole thing. i was born two months pre-mature, and both me and my mom almost died. and she didn't get to even see me for a few hours, they rusched me away even before they told her i was a girl. 

i have such a respect for my mom, for everything she's gone through. for everything she's done for me. for the person she is. she truly is fantastic, and i get scared when i think about where i would be without her. i'm so blessed to have her. she is so so kind, and such an amazing person.

everybody deservs a person like her in their life.