Momma

As we all know, yesterday was valentine's day, the most overrated holiday of all time, but somehow this year managed to be the best yet! With a six hour time difference, I wake early enough before school to check my email/facebook, 3 a.m. Louisville time, and to my surprise I was greeted by a wonderfully lovely message from my darling Chris, it was a fantastic way to start my day, knowing how much someone loves me even when we are miles apart.  Granada swarmed with red, white, and pink, and couples to match... barf. On my way home from school, I decided to stop by the local supermarket and purchase a chocolate con leche candy bar. I ate the entire thing, with a little help from Alex. My valentine's day was complete, or so I thought.  This morning I arrived home, after class, around 11:30 and was again greeted by a wonderful surprise! The postwoman turned to me, assuming I was American, and said "Natalia?" "Sí," I gleefully replied, and she handed me a nice sized package.  I knew immediately it was from good ole' momma, and I smiled from ear to ear.  I secretly wished it had clothes inside, but I was being greedy. I showed momma Luz and she was happy to know that I have such a wonderful Mother at home, and wanted me to send her besos from Spain.  She knew how happy I was and made me promise not to cry, and I surprisingly succeeded. Inside I discovered the Goodfellas movie, a book, candy, a note and my necklace from Leila, and a note from momma with a picture of Scoobs and Santa! It was wonderful.  I do have the most generous, thoughtful Momma anyone could ask for.  I am always amazed at the kind deeds she does for others, and the concern she has for not only myself, but my friends as well.  She has taught me in this way for many years, and I see it coming to life, as I catch myself doing and or saying things that I have heard or seen her say in the past.  I would be mortified to have strolled with her in public during my younger, much more immature years, but today I can proudly hold her hand as we walk into Oxmoor Mall.  I'll laugh with her rather than at her as she does the "twist" or "bump" on the dance floor.  I can come to her with tears and laughter, knowing that we share many traits and that she is the only person  I can truly go to in times of despair.  My mom has taught me many things of the years, whether conscious or not, and I am so appreciative for her warmth and kindness.  I love you Momma, thanks for always being there for me.