I always woke up to a valentine from my mom, hand made, store bought, it didn't matter. Trails of hearts leading downstairs to breakfast. Pink pancakes, whipped cream, strawberries, sausage, bacon, eggs, orange juice. Glittery hearts on the table, love filled the room. I still have some of these valentines but I will always have the memories of my mom. Now its my turn. Heart attacked the door for the boys, they are my valentines since Russ is at work. I love them with all my heart. I am so grateful that they are in my life. So grateful that I get to be their mom, that I am entrusted with their precious little souls. They fill my life with so much love, I can't imagine them not being in it. Grateful for the mom I had, grateful for the mom I have become, praying for those moms that are hurting from the loss of their little loves. The ones that light up our lives, the ones that make us keep going on no sleep, the ones who make us laugh when we barely hanging on, the ones who remind us how beautiful we are, how strong we are, how loving we are, how much we love being Mom.
