A day dedicated to mothers

For the past few days, I’ve been thinking about my mom.  I’ve been thinking about what I should tell the world about her, but everything that I was to say doesn’t even begin to describe how wonderful my mom is.  


Peter and I decided not to drive home this weekend for Mother’s Day because it’s our first weekend in Green Bay since the first weekend of February.  We have a lot of things to re-arrange and move before the end of May when Peter will be fully moved into my our apartment.  Our moms understood, told us that we needed a weekend to relax and get things organized after such a hectic few months.  They weren’t upset or sad. 


I was relieved when my mom understood that I wasn’t coming home.  


But now, when I woke up this morning, I’m sad that I’m not at home with my mom on Mother’s Day.  


Instead of writing and deleting and writing and deleting this morning, I decided to go back and read the blog posts that I’ve written for my mom on past Mother’s Days.  I’m happy to say that every word that I typed still rings true today.


Missing my mom while I was in Ecuador


Last year’s Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all of the mothers out there, but especially to mine.

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