The Perfect Mom

My mom is here in San Francisco visiting me for my birthday (which is Thursday). I don't get to see her often - she lives in Arizona in a tiny little town. When I do so her I seldom tell her how wonderful she is. Maybe I'm not good at saying such things. Let me instead borrow someone else's words. This was a hit a few years ago for The Backstreet Boys. Brian Littrell and Thomas Smith wrote it -

It takes a lot to know what is love

Its not the big things, but the little things

That can mean enough

A lot of prayers to get me through

And there is never a day that passes byI dont think of you

You were always there for me

Pushing me and guiding me Always to succeed

You showed me When I was young just how to grow

You showed me Everything that I should know

You showed me Just how to walk without your hands

Cause mom you always were The perfect fan

God has been so good

Blessing me with a family Who did all they could

And Ive had many years of grace

And it flatters me when I see a smile on your face

I wanna thank you for what youve done

In hopes I can give back to you

And be the perfect son

You showed me how to love

You showed me how to care

And you showed me that you would

Always be there

I wanna thank you for that time

And Im proud to say youre mine

Cause mom you always were, Mom you always were

Mom you always were,

You know you always werecause mom you always were... the perfect fan

I love you mom