Here’s a day to celebrate, yet it’s no different than any other.
Because I celebrate you every day. Every. Single. Day.
Your smile. Your eyes. Your toes. Your laugh. Your voice. Your skin. Your fingers.
I celebrate all of you. Every. Single. Day.
I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Every. Single. Day.
I can’t look at you or hear you or be near you without pausing quietly to say a thank you because you are mine.
Mine. My beautiful boy.
Mine. My Truzie Brown.
Mine. All mine. Every. Single. Day.
I love you too much!