It's Mother's Day

And, to celebrate, I have written something for my boys. For, without them, I wouldn't be able to celebrate this day.

For all of the dirty diapers, the tears, the gummy grins, and the sticky hand prints all over the wall. For all of the infectious belly laughs, the wet kisses, and the squishy hugs. For all of the bugs you think I need to see, the sand on the kitchen floor after a tough day in the sandbox, and all the balls bouncing down the stairs. For the never ending questions, and the fact that you honestly want to know the answers to each of them despite my limited knowledge of how fast Lightening McQueen really can go and why ants seem to come back every year despite being frozen all winter. For wanting to marry me and take me out on special dates. For your sweetness, your spunkiness, your passion, and your sass. For everything you are and ever will be, thank you. Thank you to my babies, Bryce and Brady, for letting me be your mama and making me a Mother. I love you to the moon and back.