TruMama

Today as we rode around the neighborhood on the golf car and your little head was rested on my shoulder as you peacefully drifted off to sleep, I thought about how I feel about being your mom-mom (that’s what you’re calling me these days).  And know what I realized?  Today, Mother’s Day, is absolutely no different to me than any other day of the year.  Every day is Mother’s Day to me.  Every time I look at you my heart beats a little bit faster.  Every time I look at you I feel like I’ve just gone to Vegas and hit the jackpot.  Played the lottery and won.  Rubbed a magic lantern and a genie granted me all my wishes.  You are my golden ticket.

Tru, I love being your mom more than anything!  I tell you a billion times a day “I love you”, but it still isn’t enough.

Maybe one more time…I love you!