Mother's Day 🌸

Last year, I told you that one of the earliest parts of you I fell in love with was the mother. That I watched you from a distance, loving your kids… and was overcome with admiration.

This year, I've seen more.

I've walked with you through harder seasons… I've listened while you've shared your worries, your doubts, your exhaustion. I've seen you carry your kids through storms you never could have foreseen, even as they came over the horizon.

And I've shared with you my own struggles, been the lucky recipient of your thoughtful advice and counsel, felt your hands hold me up while I've been trying so hard to carry my own load.

And now, somehow, I find I admire the mother in you even more.

Because it's no longer simple admiration. It's recognition. Solidarity.

While the struggles you and I face aren't identical, there's plenty of overlap. And I understand — gosh I understand — the want, the need, to help them through. Not just in the moment, but trying to give them the tools they'll carry with them, even when we're no longer right behind them.

I know how hard that can be sometimes. And I know what it's like to keep showing up, anyways — not always with perfect patience, but always with love.

You do that. Every day. And it moves me more than I can say.

You're still the most beautiful mother I've ever seen. But now, it's not just how you glow when you're laughing with them.

It's how you fight for them. How you're always in their corner.

That's the kind of mother you are.
And that's the kind of woman I can never stop loving.

Yours, in admiration,
Me.

PS — Seeing you excited — even over text — just fills me with so much warmth… Gosh, I love you.

PPS — You also happen to be the MILFiest MILF that ever MILFed. But. You know. That's a letter for another day…