When you're nine, and he buys you a see-through pageant dress from Walmart for a halloween costume, she is your best. She spends her Saturday making you that butterfly outfit with glue and sequins and felt, and love.
When you're thirteen, and every other little girl has a daddy to videotape her school programs and pick her up from speech practice and kill the spiders she traps under cups, she is your best. She teaches all day, and makes your school lunch, and watches every performance and works at the church and puts herself last and plays his role too.
When you're sixteen, and he buys you a car that you wreck 3 times and he never shows up to deal with the police, she is your best. She pays the bills and loves you anyway and sits in the passenger's seat putting her own life at stake so you can learn, and learn, and re-learn.
When you're 18, and you're going to Ecuador, and he offers no money except to buy you 60 orange and green glow-sticks, she is your best. She scrimps and saves and scrapes together funds, finds you the fancy water bottle, picks you up from the airport and supports you all the way.
When you've never had him there to teach you to fly a kite, or ride a bike, to scare your boyfriends or move you into your college dorm, she is your best. She does it all, and more than that. She's patient and loving and constantly forgives. Because of her you know how to be a lady and what it means to love the Lord. She deals with your attitude and listens to your worries. She gets nervous when you travel and makes you repeat your schedule twelve times so she can understand and supports you no matter how dysfunctional you get.
Days you love her, nights you think you hate her, even times you fail her....
she is your best.
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