This is just one happy's mother day a year but there are many, many other happy days.
I love being a mom, but I love being their mom even more. They make me smile like nothing else in the world.
I just don't want to be anything else. Just their mom. Their cheerleader, their rock, their happiness.
I could ramble on for hours about how wonderful life is just because they call me mom.
It's loud, it's hectic and I'm a grouch sometimes. But they always kiss me good night.
I can always make them crack a smile. It's the coolest trick up my sleeve that I can think of...
I love the way they look at me. I love the way they look like me. Those freckles, those eyes.