Happy Mother's Day ♥

Today I found my Mom's old baby journal-- a diary written about the pregnancy in which I came to exist.

I read about what it was like hearing my heartbeat for the first time, and  my Mom's gut instinct that yes, I was definitely going to be a girl. I read about my parents' hopes and dreams for me, months before I was born-- about how excited they were, and how nervous they were too. She wrote about how my bedroom was the first room to be painted in their house, and how they couldn't wait for me to arrive. She wrote me letters, and so did my Dad-- just about their days, about how they loved me already, and how much they loved each other.

My Mom wrote about how beautiful I was when I was born, and how excited everyone was-- she wrote about everything, and told me that she loved me over and over.

The pages continue on over my terrible two's and three's, and the arrival of my brother into the world-- noting my toddler-like misunderstanding of why he couldn't go back to where he came from. She detailed every new word I learned, and every time I giggled and cried-- always telling me that she loved me.

Up until today, I don't think I ever fully understood what my Mom's done for me. Reading this journal, I teared up, because she's been there for me all the time, from before I was born to eighteen years later-- she's loved me the same every minute, never faltering.

So Mommy, I love you. You, and my Dad, are the most amazing people I've ever known-- and I know raising me must have been a lot of work, but I am so grateful to be able to call you my parents, I couldn't have been brought into the world by better people.

Happy Mother's Day ♥