To the woman who pushed all 9 lbs 9 oz of me out of her screaming birth canal.
To the woman who gave birth to seven children in an eight-year period.
To the woman who had her last baby, child number eight, at the ripe young age of 42.
To the woman who joined the church despite intense opposition from her family.
To the woman who woke me up every morning at 5am to have family scripture study.
To the woman who spent hours listening to me blabber about my teenage drama, and never laughed.
To the woman who gave up so much for me and my siblings, more than we'll ever know.
To the woman who had stood firm through it all, who never doubted or questioned.
Happy Mother's Day.
I love you.
I'm pretty sure I gained a good 6.3 pounds this weekend.
But that has NOTHING to do with the fact that I did NOT horde all the beef jerky and chocolate.
NOR am I ghetto enough to wrap my mother's day presents in Christmas paper.
And neither is my sister.
And while we were taking the five out of eight kids photos with my mom, my brother did NOT smash cake and ice cream into my face.
It was strangely a bit de ja'vu of my wedding day.
NOR did he pinch my bum during another photo which he thought was so funny he could not stop laughing.
Because we are a mature and civilized family and we do NOT engage in such foolishness.
It only brings out our inner vampire.
That being said, if you dare to read more about our totally, completely boring weekend, I'll see you tomorrow!
I hope you all had a WONDERFUL Mother's Day weekend!