As I sit here, wanting to write what Mother's Day means to me, I'm having trouble putting it into words.
My boys are my life. They have transformed me with their laughter, their eyes, the way Carson fits perfectly into me when I pick him up - his head on my shoulder, his legs wrapped around me. The way Beckett beelines to me when he's crawling around and spots me. His legs start to thump, he starts laughing and he keeps looking up at me to make sure I am still there - his smile reaching from ear to ear.
They are always at the forefront of my mind. I can't think of anything else without thinking of them first. Will they want to do that? How will this affect them? Will they have fun? They are the epitome of my life, without them I wouldn't be half the person I am today. They've taught me to look at the world through a child's eyes, and let me tell you it's a beautiful world out there. They love me unconditionally, something I think all us adults could learn from. Every day they teach me something new and I love them more for it, every single day.
Your mommy loves you boys so much.