One more time...

I’m not sure if I told you yesterday, but in the case that I didn’t, I’ll do it here. When you called me early this morning and asked me—again—for my blog address, I laughed to myself because you should have it bookmarked by now.

Mom, for everything you do, everything you are, and everything you’ve made me, I’m thankful. When the world is grey and nothing is as it seems to be, you are my fortress. You are a silent force who has carried our family on your back, held us in your freckled arms, and kissed us with crooked lips. Without you, there is no us.

You’ve created a home much like a nest, weaved together with bits of love, a piece of joy, and twigs of forgiveness. I’ve walked in the shadow of your wings and, because of this, I’m ready to fly on my own. Ready to brave the storms and bask in the sun, but know that I’ll always migrate back to your nest. For in your bosom I find rest for my soul. I will forever fit comfortably under your wing and walk in your shadow, for in doing so, my future children will be able to see you in me.

Happy Mother’s Day…again.