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Mother's Day today. Gorgeous weather, sitting out here on the deck as the sun rises. 
Here's what I think about this day. It's not the kids who should "honor" their mothers on Mother's Day--it should be the other way around. Because I can't think of ANYthing more worthy of my praise, my love, my gratitude than my children. 

Don't get me wrong; they're not perfect. Neither am I. We all learn to accept each others' foibles as we grow. I'll never stop worrying about every choice they make, I'll never stop wondering if they're happy, I'll never stop fretting that they'll make all of my mistakes and worse (though, it'll be hard to make worse choices than I do…right?)




But  I'll also never stop marveling at their creativity, laughing at their bizarre humor, and swelling with pride at their achievements. They are truly worthy of my honor and my thanks. 


So on this Mother's Day, I salute you, my beautiful children. Thank you for providing me with the life I was born to have. You are my reason for living. 

I love you.