Mother's Day. Father's Day. They're fickle holidays, that's for sure. They're so easily glossed over by the commercial hypes like Christmas, Thanksgiving, birthdays... even Halloween. But think back to what made those holidays special.

Done yet? Who bought your gifts? Made the special dinners? Helped you with your costumes? Who made every holiday the special day that it is?

Your Mom and Dad.

Here's to my Mom: This is for the woman whom I had sleepovers with every Saturday night (and the nights when storms would rattle the windows and my nerves). She has taught me that greatness is attainable regardless of age, and has helped me realized how great I already am. She made the dinners, mended Katie when she needed the repair, and played nurse when I fell ill.

For my Father: My DJ partner, my ignition starter. Everything from dying hair, to car repair. Flying kites, riding bikes, and all that homework from AP Psych. Waking up at 5 on Christmas morning. "Gardens" in the side yard made from tree and garden clippings buried in the dirt. The treehouse that was still standing the day we sold North Orchard....

Thank you...