Read on and you’ll know who to blame.
Once I was nothing – literally.
You gave me life, it’s true, but more than that, you gave me love. I grew up surrounded by you guiding hand (grandma pitched in too, certainly), your willingness to share my tragedies and triumphs equally, your humor and your cooking. You were my best friend as I grew into a man and I’ll never be able to thank you enough.
I love you, Mom.
Once I was lost, bereft of hope and love.
You gave me something to strive for. You made me fight to win your love, and the prize was worth the spilled blood and battle scars. In time I became someone I didn’t recognize… but someone I was happy to see in the mirror every day. You were my first, my only, my one true love.
You are a wonderful mother and wife. The best, even.
I love you , Jackie.
Once I was a good son, a good husband and a good man.
But something was missing.
And so a journey was undertaken, a quest for fulfillment. When it ended, a nurse handed me the most beautiful, most perfect little girl I had ever seen. Time passed, as it is wont to do, and we grew up together. You are my little girl still, but also a strong, capable young lady in your own right.
You are an author.
You are a lover of animals.
You are my Sarah and I love you.
I was never one for four-legged companions, but you have changed my life immeasurably and I love you for it, Chelsea.
Once we were strangers, individuals whose only connection was our shared interest in telling our stories to the world by striking a keyboard. Now we are a family of sorts, connected by our mutual respect for each others highs and lows.
You are my fellow bloggers but you are so much more. Wives. Girlfriends. Moms. Sassy single gals.
On this day, your day, I salute you all.
Be well, my lovely friends.