Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

Today is your birthday. You are over half a century old, plus a few. You are my favorite mom, ever.

Sometimes I don’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for me. And sometimes I don’t even show you how much I love you. But rest assured, momma, I do love you, and I do thank you so much for all the things you’ve done for me. Sometimes I wonder how much you’ve given up for your life as a mom… and is this the life you would have chosen for yourself?

After all these years, are you happy with where you are?
I hope so. Because I’m happy with where you are. (: You have three daughters who love you with all their hearts, and a husband who has stuck by you for almost thirty years. (: You have been such a good example for Juli, Frankie, and myself… do you know that? The amount of care and love you devote to us is incredible. The amount of time you spend telling us that you love of us is, almost, annoying. I enjoy every moment of it, though.

Fifty something years… that’s how old you are. Please stop dying your hair now, okay? Grey hair is regal, almost, and I think you could rock it. (; Although, I still have friends who think you’re in your mid forties, so maybe you should keep it up.

The point is this, Mom: I LOVE YOU. So much, that five million blogs filled with five million “I love you’s,” times five million times infinity, plus 1 would never, ever, ever even get close to expressing how much I really do love you.

So happy birthday, old lady. (: Embrace your senior status!

You’re my number one. (: