I know that this is a little bit of a late post. I spent the majority of my day with my best friend, enjoying Valentines Day the way us single folk do: watching How To Be Single. (very funny movie for any of you who haven’t seen it yet)
Anyway, I wanted to dedicate this post to best friend because he puts up with me through everything. And driving home in the snowy weather really made me realize how much I love him.
On this wondrous day in February most people express their love to their significant other. But I want to tell you, my best friend, how much I cherish you and our friendship. You are my rock, and my backbone, and my better half. You are always there for me, and I could not be more grateful. We have been through the rough and smooth stages of our lives together. You are so much more than a best friend.
Thank you for the endless memories. For the baking disasters and triumphs. For movie nights and Snapchat wars. For midnight hikes and snowy adventures. For personal dance performances, and practicing lines. For thousands of laughs and millions of smiles. For the advice, for the honesty, and for the love. I can’t imagine life today without you by my side.
More than anything, I want you to know that I love you. To the moon and back, I love you. You are the family that I got to choose, and the person I go to when I have nowhere else to turn. I know that you’ll always be there, whether we saw each other yesterday or six months ago. You have played a great part in my life this far, and I see so much of you in the person I have become. I am so grateful to have such an amazing human being in my life.
I love you with all the love in my heart,
When we are kids we hear amazing stories of action and adventure. Men with the ability to fly travel through the big cities saving the day for us mere mortals. We think of handsome men in red capes and tights. Men with super strength, a fancy metal suit, and spiderwebs shooting out of his hands. However in reality, heroes don’t look like that. They wear normal clothes just as you and I do. They have no super human powers… rather super human hearts. They have insane capabilities to love and spread their kindness to the ones around them. They are ordinary people doing extraordinary things.
My hero is my Oma, the most loving and caring person I have ever met. She is beautiful and kind and holds my upmost admiration. There is not a single person I know who could possibly say a bad thing about my Oma. The birds in her garden would sing out in praise at the sound of my Oma’s name. She treats everyone and everything with kindness, respect and love. Despite all of the hard times and difficult situations she has been put through, she still holds herself up with grace and manages to see the light in every situation. She is my hero because of that.
My Oma has taught me that the small things are the things that matter most. That the little moments surrounded by the ones you love will be the memories you hold onto forever. When I think of the days that I was the happiest I think of sitting in her garden painting or playing cards. Enjoying little laughs, the warm sun, and her dearest birds chirping in the trees. In the colder months when we would visit her I think of her living room full of family and the coffee table filled with treats, tea, and coffee. I always feel safe when I am in those memories. I feel like nothing is wrong with the world.
Oma, your unconditional love for me is something that I cherish every single day. Thank you for giving me 100 reasons to smile. Thank you for playing cards with us late at night even when I know you’re tired. Thank you for always making me laugh. Thank you for teaching me how to paint. Thank you for keeping our memories in scrapbooks and sharing those with us as you make them. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for passing down your signature recipes to my sister and I. Thank you for being you, and than you for loving me.
Merriam-Webster defines a hero as “a person who is admired for great or brave acts or fine qualities” and that is exactly who my Oma is for me. She may not wear a cape, or shoot spider web out of her arms, but she has an amazing heart. I hope that one day I can be half the woman you are. I love you Oma.