if mothers were flowers, we'd pick...

Dear Self,

Good job today.

You didn't freak out and feel sorry for yourself the way that you so awesomely did last year.

You enjoyed the moment.

You savored you children in good times and bad.

And when Kort got on your last nerve {sometime around 6:30 p.m.} 

you politely asked the hubs to take him out to the car.

{Okay, okay, AFTER you said you were about to smack him,

but hey, you "said" it rather than "screamed" it, so technically you still did really well.}

Do even better next year, mmmkay?

Love, 

Self

Dear Mom,

You are the best. 

This was one wicked Mother's Day...

and you are the epitome of grace.

Thanks for being such a sweet gaga to all of these crazy {wonderful} babies.

You are my hero and I will love you for all of my days.

Love,

Your Daughter

Dear Mother-in-law,

Thank you for birfing my favorite person on the entire planet into the world.

{He was a ten pounder too, so on that note, thanks A LOT.}

And thanks for being so thoughtful all the time.

It's pretty ridiculous,

and even more wonderful than ridiculous.

I love you.

Love,

Your daughter according to the law ;)