Mom’s birthday

This morning is special — it is my mommy’s birthday! The sun is shining, the warm breeze is embracing us softly, the sky is especially bright blue. And all of it is because it is my mom’s birthday.

My dear mommy, happy birthday. Thank you for being born. Thank you for giving me life, thank you for loving my children, your grandchildren. Thank you for always supporting me and my family throughout life, for helping us. I owe you everything, literally. During hard years, you somehow managed to feed us, clothe us, raise us, and all I have from childhood are the warmest memories. You put up with all our antics and were always patient, understanding, gentle, and loving.

Now that I am the father of three children, I understand how much energy goes into raising them and how difficult it is. I marvel at how you managed never to raise your voice at me and to remain calm and understanding. You always listened — maybe not always heard, but always listened — always supported me and never criticized me. You are amazing.

I adore your cooking. I am a fan of your pirozhki, your signature layered salad, your meringue roll, your stuffed cabbage rolls, your lecho, and your pickled cucumbers. =) You are a master, a guru.

You are the most caring, wise, and patient grandmother to your many granddaughters and your only grandson. You are a master of planting and growing love.

I wish you the strongest health, many long years of productive and active life, and good harvests for many years ahead. I love you very much. Your son.