My mom is great. She won't admit it, but I got my sense of humor from her. So every time she apologizes to my wife for my sometimes colorful humor, I hope she's secretly taking some credit. Mom, I know you got your humor from grandpa, so it's all good. Somewhere way back in time, there was a Curtis or Robertson that first made a joke about flatulence, and so it began...
My mom was always supportive of me. She gave me the opportunity to try all sorts of things from baseball to tennis and painting lessons to obedience school (primarily for our dog, Chumley, but I'm sure something rubbed off on me). She made sure I became an Eagle Scout, and that I served an LDS mission.
I remember my mom specifically telling me to not waste my time in college: "Get in, and get out." That was good advice for me; I'm a bit of a daydreamer.
Of course, it was her lifelong example that showed me what type of person I should marry. Someone who is fun, faithful, works hard and enjoys the simple things. Thanks for all of your sacrifice, mom, and thanks for the special times we shared as you raised me in your home.
Mom always loved me and my sisters and still does very much - I know that. Having a loving mother is something I've grown to appreciate more the older I get, because I realize that not everyone has that. I am a lucky son.
I love you mom. Happy birthday!