Six Mothers’ Days.
Two children.
Thirty-five years of life.
Nine years of marriage.
856 diapers.
52 throw up accidents.
4,329,784 whiny complaints.
89 wet sheets. 610 school lunches.
423 sleepless nights.
One homemade card.

Bliss.
18 guests here now.
Comments
“thack you”. lol.
But yeah, it does suddenly somehow seem worth it when they turn around and say, “Oh wow, NOW I know what you went through raising me. THANK YOU.”
I did it to my parents, and my kids have done it to me.
It’s all good.
Those are the moments that make it all worth it! That one is frame worthy!
Thought for a moment I was in an American Express commercial (or was it Master Card?)
Anyways, “priceless!”