Tuesday, May 10, 2011
I don't need a day on the calendar to celebrate being a Mama. I do it every single day.
Since you were seconds old, calm as can be, eight pounds, three ounces, 21 inches long, and 10 days late, I was a Mama.
And I celebrate that sweet, amazing, gifted titled every single day.
As I have for the past three years and five months.
And in the lyrics of your very favorite song, Soul Sister, by Train, lies this notion:
Your sweet moon beam, the smell of you in every single dream I dream,
I knew when we collided, you're the one I have decided who's one of my kind
Ever single day, baby girl.
You and me.
Thank you for making me a Mama, by simply being you.