Thinking of my dear mother on this first Mother's Day without her. Missing her laughter, her wisdom, her love. Grateful for the years we had.
A mom reads you like a book, and wherever she goes, people read you like a glowing book review.
It is hard to remember when I was not a mother. It has been almost twenty-one years, a lifetime of memories and learning. Being a mother is the most sanctifying, gratifying work I have ever done.
I am unbelievably blessed by these goofballs.
Happy Mother's Day!