To my mom {{aka}} The Super Mom:

Remember when you moved into our home for two and a half weeks, say, sometime last November, and cooked and cleaned and shopped and took care of all four of us, which included:
me (emotional and physical post-partom w-r-e-c-k),
new baby Morgan (newborn -enough said),
Jared (traumatized and sleep-deprived),
and Bella (naughty, naughty stupid dog)?


Do you remember when I labored in my recliner overnight and you slept on the floor beside me?
And you cleaned up my puke and saw me in my birthday suit for a mere two days straight?

Remember when you fed me crackers and ice chips and reassured me that no, I was not dying, even though I was screaming at you and insisting that I was?

Remember when you ran to the store and left me alone with Morgan for thirty minutes and you came home to find me balling my eyes out?

Remember when I just couldn't let you leave?

And dad thought he was a bachelor again....

And Dude forgot he even had a mom, because I had stolen you for so long?

Remember how it has always been that whenever I need you,
you have always been right there?

I've just been grateful for that, lately.

And in words more real-life than poetic or profound,

I really love you. A lot.

And could never have gone through that whole thing without you by my side.

Love, one lucky daughter,

Hollie Rae