My mom is a bibliophile and an avid reader. She's the type that never goes anywhere without a book in her bag (or a few hundred on her Kindle). The basement is basically a library, with all the books she's collected.
When my sister and I were younger, Mom would read to us. We aimed for a daily basis, but that didn't always happen. She started when we were little--with Frog and Toad and Mrs. Piggle Wiggle--but she kept it up for a long time, going through the Harry Potter series and Narnia. It was wonderful to snuggle up and listen to such wonderful stories.
I have to be honest: my love of reading is directly descended from my mother. I wouldn't be writing fiction if she hadn't instilled that virtue in me when I was young. So, basically, I owe this huge, crazy, overwhelming passion of mine to her. Thanks, Mom! (I'm hoping to return the favor by getting her into comics. Shh. Don't tell.)
My mom is an amazing woman. She put up with my drummer of a sister and my overactive imagination for entirely too long. She supports the both of us in following our dreams, and has been my proofreader more times than I can count. She's always been there with a warm hug whenever I (or my sister, or even our friends) needed one. She keeps recommending books, even though I haven't gotten around to reading her biggest recommendation yet (the Ship of Magic series by Robin Hobb, in case you're wondering).
Basically, my mom is awesome and I love her so, so much. Happy Mother's Day, Mom. Thanks for everything you do.