Happy Mother’s Day, Mom

When I was younger, around middle school age, my life sucked eggs. I think every girl’s life does when she is 12 and 13. It’s just awkward growing into a woman and still feeling like a little girl but not wanting to admit it. I can remember many, many times when my mother would gather me into her arms as I cried over some new heartache and she would softly whisper into my ear, “I know this is hard right now, but if it helps to know the truth…you’ve always been my favorite child.” And you know what? It did help.

My brother says she used to tell him the same thing when he was a kid, but I don’t believe him. He went off and married a Yankee….a Yankee!!!! And as we all know, you just can’t trust a guy like that.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
from your favorite child (Shut up, Butch, and I mean it. grrrrrr)