I called my mom today, and she wanted to know how she could pray for me with my online class situation. I asked her to pray for grace from both LSU (the online class provider) and my university. And, also, that mail services be miraculously fast. Even though I was scared to say it, I tell her that this trouble is all my fault and I’m really disappointed in myself. I had to say the last part quickly, because I couldn’t bear to have her say it. Instead, she tells me not to worry, that she and my dad are praying for me and don’t care if I have to take summer school. “Besides,” she said, “it’s not your fault about Katrina. It’s just taking them a while to get back into the swing of things.”

Oh mom. I love you. Thank you for blaming my procrastination on a brutal natural disaster and not my utter failure as a human being.

Today my mom turns 50 (Shh! Don’t tell her I told you!) I’m astounded at how great she looks. Me = lucky. You = jealous. Muahaha.

It goes without saying, but I love my mom. Though I could fill many Web sites with the reasons why, I will just pick one reason … well, several that tie into one. My mom is one of the most caring and thoughtful people you’ll ever meet. Her patience is unmatched and she always considers others before herself. Her life is a testimony of love and loyalty, through actions big and small. So, mom, Happy 50th!