Blind for a Bit

I mentioned in my last blog that I was going to be helping Monica with an assignment for a class on Monday (yesterday). Do you remember what it was? NO?! Did you even read the last blog?! Goodness. Well, I pretended to be blind while Monica led me around campus. I decided to blog about it because it truly was a unique experience. Ill share the events of the experiment, then Ill tell you my findings.
Immediately following my last class, Monica met me with a "blindfold" and we embarked to the caf. Our first obstacle was walking down the stairs of James. The steep stairs. A guy had opened the door just as I got there and held it open for us as we made our way down the stairs. He was the nicest person we encountered the entire time. She told me I had 4 steps to walk down and he began helping me also, verbally. Telling me, "Youre just about there and then you have 4 straight after another." Luckily, I had been down James before. But man, those steps were steep.
We walked to the caf, slid our cards to get in, then began searching for a table. Well, I held on to Monica while she searched for a table. We saw some friends; ok, I did not see them, but I heard them and they were cracking up. I mustve been a sight, but I didnt care. It was for the good of the class. We found a table, put our stuff down, and went to find food. I waited in line with Monica while she got food, then she made me a milkshake. (Im fasting during a certain part of the day.) But she made me stir the milkshake and do a majority of the making.
In the meanwhile, she asked a friend to record the whole thing. I had no idea he was actually following us around while I was doing this, but I came to find out he was. Once we completed the milkshake, we sat down and had our little lunch and then continued on our way out the door.
Our next stop was to the ARC (Academic Resource Center) to see if they had acquired any Organic Chemistry tutors. I think the lady I was talking to thought I was insane, but she answered my questions and was [not] super helpful. (Apparently they still arent ready to be making appointments.... Ill be stopping in again, today.) I then ran into the door walking out of the ARC.
We walked down to the basement of James - to the Kinesiology offices for Monica to ask a question. Those steps are steep too. Basically, I feel all of James should be burnt down. Its a total hazard. We found her professor, who began talking to her (and definitely acknowledged me, dont worry) about a project she would soon be doing. A class let out and people began walking by, once I had successfully landed on a couch against the wall in the hall. (Good thing that hadnt gone anywhere.) Someone said hi to me... I asked who they were... (Which happened several times during the day.)
Walking back up the stairs, Monica ran into the wall, trying to be concerned with if I was walking ok. Apparently, those stairwells are not made for 2 people to walk them side-by-side. We went back to our apartment, dropped off our stuff, then walked across the street. This is the ultimate test for me. I hate walking by streets, across streets, etc. I get nervous with all the rushing cars. But she did very well with me. It was a good test of friendship, that crosswalk. Upon returning to the apartment, our experiment/assignment had been concluded.
Monica was a little frustrated by peoples reactions - apparently people had some strange looks on their faces and were making some weird comments... I, of course, could not see their faces and only heard some comments. I was unaffected though by that. I mean, its rude, but obviously Im doing this for a reason. I dont just walk around with a blindfold on for the heck of it. A lot of people had things to say though, asking what we were doing. Even people working in the caf were getting a kick out of it and asking, "Whats going on with the blind girl with you?" So people definitely made things more interesting.
As a blind individual for a short while, I have to say, it was very frustrating. And scary. Having to depend on another for safety and things is not a comforting thing for me. I like to be in control and do things myself. I think sight is one of the most precious things. I would much rather lose my hearing, in all honesty. I might not be able to hear things, but I can see a door I would run into. Though I had an all new appreciation for my senses. I would rely on my other senses - especially hearing. Listening for people around me, cars near me, etc. etc. It was mildly exhausting as I spent all my extra energy on that. I also realized I had absolutely no sense of time being blind. I wouldnt know if it was light or dark, so I had no idea what time it was. I also realized it takes a lot longer than I previously thought to get places. When all you have to think about is walking, and you dont have things to look at around you and you cant see what point youre at, it seems to take a lot longer to get to somewhere.
It was all very interesting. Im glad I did it. It was a whole new world or experience for me. And now. I will leave you with a picture Monica took as I sat across from her. She, unbeknowst to me took it. I would post the video, but I cant make it work. So I hope you get a bit of an understanding of what part of my day looked - er, was - like yesterday.

A Trip Here; A Slip There...

I would like to introduce myself. Hi, my name is Carly and I am a total klutz in many areas of life.

The past few days have been interesting, just in the aspect of my travels to class, around the caf, to my apartment, where ever Im headed. Some would say this because they reconnect with people they see as they walk. Some may say this because this day is beautiful and walking in it is simply a glorious thing. The reasons may be endless, but I highly doubt many people say it for the reason I am about to give.

I have tripped, slipped, stumbled, etc. etc. so many times the past few days.... making it very interesting to say the least....

I mean, I was walking up to a door and didnt realize there was an incline... and totally fell forward. I had never been so thankful for a door in my life. Had it not been there, I wouldve fallen and probably hurt myself pretty bad. It has happened so many times. I thought I had the whole walking thing down. Ive already accepted I am not, nor will I ever be, a biker rider. But now, I have to relearn how to walk in order to be successful in getting around. Actually, connected with discoordination (kindof), my roommate, Monica, has to do an activity for a class where someone acts blind or is in a wheelchair and she has to guide them around campus. I immediately offered to be blind. I just realized, all I have to do is take out my contacts and-boom-Im blind. Guess this is going to be easier than I thought. Depending on how that goes, I may blog about it... Anyways, I dont know if its strange, but I dont usually become embarrassed when I trip... I just think its funny. But I guess to many people, that would be a very embarrassing moment.
Friday (yesterday) Monica and I went to the grocery store and ran a few other errands. I have to say the grocery store is one of my all-time favorite places. I get in such a good mood. I get all laughy-like and excited. I think its being around all that food. Ill have to dedicate a blog to the grocery store sometime... It might not be interesting, but it might help me understand my infatuation with the grocery store. After that, we went to Blockbuster. Did you know Beauty and the Beast is currently locked in the Disney vault?? Ive never been so frustrated with Disney.... Wait.... No, Im sticking with that comment. Ive never been so frustrated with Disney. To brighten our spirits, we listened to music. And sang along. And danced. Monica and Carly style. Its uncopiable. Thats right I said it. People just cant do what we do. We sang into our microphones (a hair brush and the iPod) and let the Beauty and the Beast disappointment melt away. (I still am irritated with that though.) Usually girls sing in their hairbrushes in their room... We do it in the car with tons of people around to see. Why do it in privacy? You need someone to do it with you and you need an audience!
Today we went to the beach to get our tan on and relax a little. In the short 2-2 1/2 hours we were there, I became a burnt lobster. You may be saying "Lobsters are red...." Yes, I understand that. And imagine that lobster being burned. Is it redder in your vision? It definitely should be. Im pretty red. And I sting. But Im focusing on what Ill look like when it turns into a tan. I think Ill look pretty good! At least, the back of me will.... The front of me wont be as tan because I spent more time tanning my back than my stomach, so now I have a nice "front" and "back" line along my sides. Its quite fabulous. But when it becomes tan, Im hoping it blends a little.

Not much else to report. The roomie and I are going to the Charger game tomorrow with my amazing parents. Were pretty stoked. (AND IT WAS AWESOME!!!!) Needless to say, this blog was random. Sorry about that. I felt I hadnt blogged in quite a while and figured your disappointment might fade when you check this blog and see a new post this time around. I probably shouldve called it "....and other random happenings...." But all well. Really... all is well. I shall do something before embarking on a home adventure. Farewell fellow bloggers and dear readers, who read my blog... even when its like this one....

**This blog was started on Friday and finished on Saturday.**And pictures where added on Monday.**

Back to the Basics... or TOUGHics

Well today is my first day of school. Actually, its my 16th first day of school (including kindergarten). I had four classes, beginning at 9 and ending at 1. Microbiology, Care and Prevention of Athletic Injuries, Organic Chemistry, and finally Intro to Creative Writing. Luckily, I started the morning in a fairly good mood. I fixed my dreadful self up a little bit and had some coffee in hand as I embarked on my day.

- Microbiology -

I know that class is going to be killer. I have a strong feeling it is going to be a lot of microscope work - which is my very least favorite thing to do. My professor is this Asian man who seems to be kinda funny. A big plus is that I can actually understand him, for the most part, so at least that will be helpful. Then, class was over. We only went over the syllabus, but hey, Im good with that. So I stood up and began getting prepared to leave as the girl in front of me swung her backpack around, knocking my coffee over. The one time I dont immediately close the lid after sipping, and the coffee spills, onto my backpack, into my backpack, onto some of my notebooks. Tragedy had struck. But I tried not to let it bother me, figuring it couldve been worse, and headed to my next class.

- Care and Prevention of Athletic Injuries -

This professor has had me concerned. I know a lot of people who say she is very difficult to understand, making her tests even more stressful and difficult. She seems very nice in a classroom setting, but I definitely understand how shes considered confusing. She shared most about the Athletic Training program, which she heads up. I recently changed my plan and am no longer planning to apply for the program, in case you arent a die-hard fan of my blogs and read them every time theyre posted. Then she began informing us of the recent changes that have been made to campus - some that we are aware of, some that we are not. The post has moved to an off-campus location (technically its on campus property, but its not within CBU gates). Where the old post was will now be Athletic Training (class?)rooms. Theres also more Athletic Training rooms in Diana Hall. She also was saying how shes trying to get approval to move our class to Diana Hall. Were all looking at each other puzzled, wondering where in the world Diana Hall is. Turns out its not too far from where the new post is. O good! A change of scenery from campus. No. That would mean I would have to walk from class, out of campus, around to my class, then walk back around the gate, onto campus, then to my next class. I know Im not the only one. So were all praying that her request is denied because we do not want to do that. Besides the fact that I would definitely be late to my classes. We only have 10 minutes to walk it. The last remainder of the class, which ended very early, had me concerned about that request shes waiting to hear about.

- Organic Chemistry -

The class requiring the most expensive books. Not one, not two, but three books. I was already not happy with this class and was already nervous because Chemistry became difficult for me... I can only imagine what Organic Chemistry will be like. My professor seems ok. I didnt get a huge impression of him. He did start lecturing.... in a way I definitely do not like, so I hope that was just because he wanted to go over a few terms or something, meaning next time will be much more structured.

- Creative Writing -

My final class for the day is Creative Writing. The class I am actually really excited for. I need another English credit and I wanted to take something that was much more free-lance, allowing me to have fun and not be so structured. I found I really like my professor, who was this bubbling middle-aged man who is very passionate about his writing. Obviously, creative writing is his favorite class to teach. Our big assignment is to write in a journal for 30-60 minutes daily. I think that will be difficult for me, but I guess it might be more of a release. Allowing me to take a break from my studying and such for my harder classes. But well see.
Each class will definitely be a little difficult in its own way. For sure, they will be time-consuming, and especially if I want to do well in my classes (which is an obvious yes) then I need to study daily to keep up with everything. After all of that, I went to Office Depot to get a few Composition books and another spiral bound notebook (to replace one that had coffee on it now). Then I went to buy books. Which.... I shouldnt even go into. My books are very expensive. I know I am definitely not the only student who encounters this problem, but it is extremely overwhelming for me. Standing in the bookstore, knowing I had to buy a few, I was frustrated and discouraged and trying my very best not to cry. A nice lady tried to help me, telling me about a renting website. I decided to check it out. I bought several books, but decided it would be in my best interest to rent a few others. I rented 3 books. I saved over $375 in doing so. I was very thankful for that lady.
Moving on. I mentioned that there are many changes going on. They are building another cafeteria/cafe thing closer to where I live. That was supposed to be done... its still in progress. Mind you, we have between 1200 and 1400 new students this year. They ran out of housing. They need to do something because the one cafeteria we have now is not going to accommodate everyone. It is crazy at lunch and dinner times - not even able to find a table. They also had a large snowy mountain mural painted in the caf. It... was not the best way to spend money, in every CBU students opinion. There is a large structure around the James building (which houses offices and classrooms). I thought it was to either hold it steady or for painting. Apparently they are finally repairing the roof and that is what is needed to do it. Either way, it still makes me nervous to walk into the building. I feel like its about to collapse. They painted parking spots using white spray paint on grassy areas (including spray-painted arrows directing traffic). We took a picture of it. I think they forgot to pave it over first... of they used the money for that on the mural in the caf. Were all a little confused about that. I think the next step is to create a parking lot on our large front lawn. Needless to say, our school is not looking like the old CBU we all know. It does not look good. Its very strange, to say the least. Well. There isnt any homework to do tonight. So Im enjoying my time before that begins. Our apartment is still in the works of being set up. Ill try to post some pictures of the finished product. For now... thats all to share. Arent you proud of me?! This has been the 3rd or 4th time Ive blogged in a short time! Hope youre enjoying!

Reflections

Well tonight is my last night of summer. Actually, its my last night home. I move back to Riverside tomorrow and start school on Wednesday. I guess, technically, that means Tuesday night is my last night of summer. But tonight feels like my last night.
Im leaving my home. Im leaving my family (animals included). Im leaving some friends. Im leaving my own room, my large bed, my own bathroom, I could go on... Im leaving the what I have known my whole life - the familiarity that I love. Of course, it isnt as difficult as other years.
Freshmen year I moved there completely blind; Not knowing what I would be getting myself into. Not knowing what would be around me, nor where my classes would even be. Sophomore year, I had a better idea of what would happen and I knew it would be better than the first. But it was still begrudgingly - I had 3 or 4 years ahead of me at Cal Baptist.
This year, Im a Junior. It has its positive aspect and its negative. And though I have noticed when I refer to a glass with water in it, I do say "that glass is half full," I really am not the most optimistic person you will ever meet. So even those positives, which I know are definitely good things, Im still reluctant to get excited about them. I know most of my roommates, and even though we arent the best of friends, I think we will be compatible and suit each other. I only have 2 years left - Im halfway through. Im dreading the crazy schedule Ive mapped out for myself. Im praying for the strength to not only pass my classes, but succeed, and retain all of the information that will be thrown at me. Im slightly concerned that Im losing so many of my closest friends this year, either after this first semester or at the end of the year. Im not going to lie or put on a happy face because I would much, much rather quit school and live happily ever after with my parents. Who says "happily ever after" has to involve your own castle? I come home rather often, I say its to maintain my sanity, but Im still moving. I live in Riverside and I visit my home. How weird is that.
But in the end, after I complete schooling and do what I need to do, I think I will be happy. I think Ill be thankful that I kept going. Even though enduring the tough stuff isnt easy (haha!) it makes me stronger and better equips me for the HARD stuff later. Im climbing an uphill battle. Not only is it uphill, but it has huge boulders and trees to go around. It even seems like someone is standing at the top throwing more obstacles down at me, too. But I do have help. I have supporters. I have encouragers. It helps. Knowing all this, Im still not excited. But I know its going to happen - happy face or sad.
And even saying all this, it still hasnt sunk in completely that Im leaving tomorrow. I still feel like I have another week or lifetime before I have to continue with my schooling. Ive worked almost every day this week. It made the week speed by. What a bummer. But the extra money will be beneficial. Anyways, I feel like this night is no different. Like Im crawling into bed, but Ill be doing the same thing tomorrow night. I force myself to do a little reflecting though, not so much I make myself upset, but enough. I realize most of my reflecting is "I dont want to go back." Hey, I mentioned Im not the most optimistic person.
But back to reflecting. I do reflect on the summer. Though I didnt go on any vacations, the summer spent hanging around the place I love the most - my home, was exactly what I needed. And as everyone around me knows, this summer was my most relaxing one. I dont think Ill have anymore, even mildly, similar to this ever again. My favorite aspect of the summer was having my dogs trample in my room every morning. Usually being woken up by their panting or shuffling feet, I never minded too much and would quickly fall back asleep. They spent hours hanging out with me. My worst feeling leaving is the guilt from saying goodbye to them. Them not understanding where Im going nor what is really going on. I guess thats call for a visit! =)
Well. This blog was a whole lotta nothing. Hope you enjoyed it! Its my last before leaving the wonderful comforts of my home. Then youll start reading about the intense homework I should be working on instead of blogging. Yay!

Doctors Orders

So lately, Ive been having trouble falling asleep. Actually, its been a problem for a long time now. Ive never been one to "hit the pillow and be out." Which is not always fun. Sometimes, people like that quiet time to reflect on the day and the events around them. I am not one of those people. I would much rather fall asleep. But my brain continues running, even though my legs are staying put. And it stresses me out. I try to think of nice things, but somehow I will hit a dead-end.
I tried the sheep-over-the-fence thing. As I was counting, I began wondering where these sheep kept coming from. And how could one by-pass my count, but still get on the other side of the fence. I tried making up names for every letter of the alphabet. But I would think of a name of a friend and start wondering how they were doing. Honestly, Im a hopeless case sometimes.
Thursday I visited my doctor about this problem. This summer it has gotten much worse. There has only been a handful of times where it takes me less than an hour and a half or two hours to fall asleep. Basically, she said I have insomnia. Which I actually thought only applied to people who couldnt sleep, period.... So I learned something new for the day. She gave me several recommendations: dont lie in bed and watch tv before falling asleep - sit in a chair (which is much more difficult than I had anticipated), dont drink any caffinated beverages, ie. soda, after noon (today is the first day that has been successful), try to do relaxing things before going to bed (no intense movies and such, which is normally fine for me to follow), exercise more often - but not right before bed (dang it! That was the only time I would exercise!), keep my room as dark as possible (if you know me, you know my room is as close to the room in The Holiday as youre gonna get, so Im set there), etc. etc.. You get the idea. She also said if Im lying in bed for 25 or 30 minutes and still havent fallen asleep, I should get up and do something - read a book, have some decaffinated tea, yada yada. Apparently studies have shown if you lie in bed for 30 minutes awake, it will take you longer to fall asleep. I informed her my body is well into sleep before my mind gets there so getting up will not be the easiest thing. She completely understood but encouraged me to do so anyways.
I have been trying to follow these orders. Some successful, some I still need to work on. Hey, Rome wasnt built in a day... Neither was Paris, America, or any other place. Not even a house can be built in a single day. But here I am. Its passed 10 oclock. Im tired. I have to get up early. I had a hard night at work, wanting to quit and never look back. I have to go to work early tomorrow morning. I want to go to bed. But here I am. Awake. Sitting up. Blogging. Following orders. Because I have been lying in bed for 30 minutes now and I forced myself to get up. Actually, I literally rolled off my bed. And right now, Im wishing I was still lying in bed trying to fall asleep. Who the heck did those studies?! If I get in bed and fall asleep within 10 minutes, Ill write a retraction, thanking those studiers, or as most folk call them - researchers. But right now, I think they made up their "findings." But who knows. All I know is Im looking at a computer screen and my eyes arent even beginning to shut or squint from the brightness. Goodness gracious.
Well. I guess I should try to fall asleep again. I need to sleep. I want to sleep. You probably wouldnt believe me if I told you sleeping is one of my very favorite things to do. You probably wouldnt believe me because you just read a whole thing about how difficult falling asleep is for me. But it is one of my favorite things. It makes me happy. Rested. Ive been dreaming a lot lately. I dont know what that means, but theyve all been pretty good, for the most part. Which also means, I would like to go to sleep to dream.
Here we go. I shall return to my humble abode. What the heck does that even mean? I just looked it up. I still dont know. But I think my beds calling. My body wants to answer.... We shall see if my head will be stubborn and turn away or also answer.
Pleasant dreams, dear readers. Hopefully, youre sleeping soundly at this point in time and not awake like me.

[Afternote: I did not fall asleep 10 minutes after hoping into bed. I lied awake for another 30 or so minutes, but refused to try the whole getting up thing again. Needless to say, writing a retraction to the post titled, "Doctors Orders," will not be on my to-do list.]

Respect the Badge!

First off, I must apologize to my small following. Im really not a good blogger. I feel like I dont always have a lot to talk about. Im not always the most exciting person to tell stories (or lack thereof, lately), nor am I interesting. I dont really provide a unique outlook on life, like my sister does. Im not a snake charmer, like my grandma. I dont meet interesting people while I clean their teeth, like my mom. But I have a feeling I might have more to report when I start back up with school. Though, those reports might be "Day One: I need to study 4 chapters, write a paper, prep for a test...WHY AM I BLOGGING?!" But lets hope not. Anyhow.
Lately, Ive been super into the TLC series "Police Women (of Memphis)." Stop me if youve heard of it. (Or just skip to the next paragraph.) They have different cities they follow, currently the city is Memphis. Its not my favorite city theyve done, but it is the most intense. The other cities show mainly drug busts, small misdemeanor crimes, etc.. On the series premier of Memphis, a man was found shot! Opening scene. I knew this would be good.
Dont worry. This isnt a report saying Im dropping out of school, and jumping into the academy. Through soul searching throughout the summer, I think Im good to go. I know what I want to do. Itll be a hard road, but go big or go home right? To end that short note, I will be returning to school in just a few short weeks... something Im not ready for, in my mind.
Anyhow, I just think it would be super cool to be a police woman. And to be quite honest, I think I would be kinda good at it. Ive been told Im tough... I know what youre thinking, Carly tough?? Shocker... But its true. Ive been told Im intimidating. I can handle the tough stuff. I like to be in charge, but I would like to have the authority to be the go-to person.
In several episodes, this cop is talking to people, who are disrespectful and just rude to her. She finally says, "Okay, I am the police! You respect me!" I think it would be kinda cool to be able to do that! I mean, in reality... who wouldnt?! Shoot.
I see a highway patrolman on the freeway and I instinctively slow down. Doesnt matter if Im already going the speed limit. I dont want to be pulled over! I pull up in front of, behind, or next to a police officer, I am sure not to look at my phone - even to check the time or whatever. The car gets respect without even demanding it. I would love to know what thats like, to drive down the street and turn to look at the car next to me and see someone driving, staring straight ahead, hands ten and two, going the speed limit... Id be like "Ya thats right! I got the badge! Im driving the car!" I mean, Id be saying it to myself - it might be bad if I took advantage of that position.
Then I think I could not go through all that training. I would definitely not be able to make it. Id end up being a mall cop (which is perfectly fine). Paul Blart - who takes his position like a police officer. But its what makes him the hero in the movie. Although, he had to be the hero. How tragic would it be if you have a movie called "Paul Blart: Mall Cop" and he ends up making matters worse and someone else saves the day? Then it would be called "The Other Guy." Haha! Thats a movie out right now... but with guys, plural.
..... And other random thoughts of Carly Danae. Well. Its 11:11. Make a wish! I worked today, yesterday, and am scheduled for tomorrow. I must turn in my license to blog for the night... Though after this randomness I should turn in my license to blog permanently. Who knows... Maybe some of you are enjoying this. Laughing your head off.
On another note, before I sign off. Honesty is the best policy. Even if youre honest about receiving too much money from the bank teller, so you have to give some back, it is the best. And I say that knowing in my heart, it was right. But being honest, in my head, we couldve had quite the shopping experience. All well. I suppose we can rest/sleep peacefully tonight, knowing we did the right thing.

Ode to My Mom

Im not actually going to write a poem... Im not quite that creative. But I know someone who is poem-creative! She is my mom.

I know this is a few days late, but July 10th was a very special day on my calendar. It was my moms birthday. I wont give away her age; I dont think she really cares a whole lot, but just to be on the safe side...

My mom is one of my most favorite people ever. Actually, I would venture to say she is my favorite, perhaps because it isnt a far venture. People know I love my mom, so its no surprise shes so high up on my list. Those of you reading this probably know my mom; but in the rare instance you came across my blog and dont know her, let me expand on the incredibly amazing person my mom is.

She loves animals. (That deserves to be on its own.)

We can laugh like Van and Cheyanne for long periods of time and not think the other is strange. Shes not only my mom, but my best friend. But she is first my mom, then my friend, which is exactly how I want it. We can laugh about how many times my real accidents have been thought to be false alarms - and then make jokes out of them. Shes never missed one of my birthdays, though there were many times I could not be with her on hers (I wont miss any more, Mom!).

Shes always ready to be called up to bat. (metaphorically speaking, of course) Shes always in my corner. Shes courageous. She refuses to be beaten; refuses to stay down. Shes respectable. And in addition, shes admirable. I respect my mom and admire her more than I could ever explain. Shes selfless, always putting her family before herself. She understands me, maybe because Im so much like her. She supports me and encourages me in everything I do.

Shes honest, and tells me how it is. Shes opinionated (Im able to appreciate this, truly admirable quality because Im the same way =)). When she finds something that is close to her heart, shes passionate. And shes dedicated to it. She still takes care of me when Im sick or injured (even offered to take me to the ER on this birthday!). Shes a mommy, not just a mom. Shes extraordinary. Shes intelligent and witty. Shes beautiful. Shes a woman of God.

Just to name a few things I love and adore about my mom. Hopefully, you understand why I love her so much. Not to mention its her BIRTHDAY! And people need to be celebrated on their birthdays!!!

I love you so much Mom!!! Thank you for always being in my corner and loving me and supporting me! Thank you for setting such an amazing example for me. Thank you for being my hero. I love you soooo much, my SuperMom!
Happy Birthday!!!!