To the Best Mom Ever!

People say that nearly every gay boy loves his Mommy. This might be true, but I'm not only loving her--she's really the best Mom ever! She was a perfect Mom while I needed a Mom, and she is also my best friend--and still a Mom, that'll never change.

She was in her mid-twenties when she gave birth to me. Oops, I know, I'm not supposed to tell the age of a woman. But I mean, I'm already older than she had been when I was born. I'm not mature enough to take care of my indoor plants, while she has always been a perfect, loving and caring Mom.

This picture was taken exactly two years ago, May 2004. She and I went to New York City, I wanted to show her the city I love, now she's loving it as well.

You know, I want to move to New York City by the end of the year. I'm not living in the same city as my Mom already. I only see her once each month, but we're talking on the phone regularly, and I know I can be with her in an hour if I want so. I'm afraid I'll see her only once a year or less after I've moved. She's the only person I'm gonna miss very much. And somehow I'm afraid that after some years I'll regret that I hadn't been able to spent more time with her.

Mom, thank you so much for everything you did for me so far, thank you for being such a great mother and a lovely friend. Thank you for your love and care. Thank you for your support after I came out. Thank you so much for you're always there for me, thank you for all the things you've taught me, thanks for your advice, thank you for making me who I am. I love you.