Much like Mr. T, I love my mom. Unlike Mr. T, I have not yet made enough money to buy my mom a mansion (or even a pool with a lap lane).
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I don’t think you read this blog, but Katie does, and I’m sure she’ll show you this post. I love you.
Thanks for dealing with all my crap for the last 32 years. Thanks for being the example in my life of unconditional love. Thanks for talking to me as though I was an adult since, well, since whenever we started conversing.
I’m going to keep this short. There’s just too much for which to thank you, and I don’t want to get caught up in digressions and tangents. I love you. Yes, today is Mother’s Day with a capital M and a capital D, but for me, every day is mother’s day.