Happy Mother's Day! I hope I've never made you feel unappreciated, but I have definitely come to appreciate you more since I joined your team a year-and-a-half ago. A few weeks ago when us girls began to think of what to give you for M-Day, Rebecca suggested buying a journal and each writing something for you. Even though we ended up doing something else for your official present, Rebecca's idea stirred me.
- I don't think I've told you how much I admire your confidence in and comfort with who you are. It's quiet enough that you don't come across as arrogant, but sure enough that I feel safer when I'm around you.
- Thanks for not only letting us be messy, dirty little kids, but for getting messy with us. I don't ever remember being fussed at for getting my clothes muddy, filling your Tupperware containers with crawfish from the ditch, or for using your flower beds as imaginary fortresses.
- I'm grateful for all the ways you have affirmed your love for me - from handwritten napkin notes in my school lunch boxes to the text messages I receive today.
- Owen will have homemade birthday cakes with over-the-top decorations. He'll go on adventures in the woods looking for critters and pine knots. He'll be wakened in the middle of the night (at least once) to watch a meteor shower. Just like you did for me.
- Finally, this list of accolades would not be complete without mention of your skill for calling things home. For us kids it was the whistle that could pierce an eardrum. For the cats, the auctioneer-like "heeeere kitty-kitty-kitty-kiiiiitttaaaaaay!!!" And no stranger sound was ever heard coming from our backdoor than when you started calling peacocks. Gotta love your enthusiasm. Ahhh-EEEEEE-Yahhh!
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