One day our lives we're all a little more quiet, a little less "waaahh!" (for many reasons). And then one day, your loud voice came booming through the house and none of our lives have been quiet or the same since.
The way you love mom and are there for her is one of the most loyal depictions of friendships I've been able to witness up close, and it's one that teaches me often about the kind of women I want in my corner. You've propped up the Morris family on days when our leader couldn't get out bed, you've encouraged us each on days when the skies overhead were filled with raging storm clouds, not a hint of the sun in sight. You've kept the faith for us each in the moments when ours plummeted, when we felt like we had nothing left to breathe for. You've reminded us of the glory to come and had us look in the mirror when we forgot the beauty amidst us in the here and now. You've been a well of generosity, a living breathing example of what it means to be a selfless friend and lover of your best people. You've been a saving grace to us all, and the best friend to mom. Your friendship is a beautiful depiction of the soul that inhabits that short little body and big mouth of yours, and is one to be forever grateful for.
Thank you and I love you.