When you had me, you were 32 years old…
…and when I moved out of the house to start my grown-up life, you were 54 years old.
Being al that you’ve done for me, there is no way that I could possible thank you enough.
But I’m going to try.
I’d like to give you over 7500 minus of pure bliss, love, peace and laughter. If it was up to me, you can have the whole world in your hands. That is not nearly enough of what you deserve.
Thanks for being my mom–for all that you’ve done and all that you continue to do. Plain and simple.
Thanks for giving me life….and thanks for making it good.
Happy Mother’s Day