Dear Kids,
Last night, I could hear your laughter over the humming of the fan. You were looking at an old sketchbook from when you were younger and reading each other the captions to your illustrations.
I was downstairs doing the dishes and took a pause and felt like everything in our house was exactly what it was supposed to be.
I know I’d have more moments like this if I just let things be
I need to tell you these things more
I need you to know how much you mean to me and how much meaning you gave to my life.
I will know no other love like I have for the three of you. I am the lucky one. I am the one who has three beautiful souls to share my years with. I am the one who has gotten to see you grow and change and mature.
Since words can never describe how truly fortunate I feel (even when I’m at my wits end and you are all driving me bonkers), I will just tell you this: You are the three greatest loves of my life, and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about how lucky I am to be able to be a part of your life.
Love,
Mom
