First and foremost, Happy Mother's Day to all the mom's out there! I tend to think that everyday is Mother's Day, because I'm on mom patrol 365 days a year. Anyway, that's beside the point.
My children are my reason to celebrate. They are my life. My heartbeat. My reason for living.
The first thing Clayton said to me this morning was "Happy Mother's Day mudder" and gave me a big hug, followed by a request for some juice. Guess the demands never end!!
Today wore on as any other Sunday, except for the part where I had a slight emotional moment. Clayton came up to me to give me a hug and I started crying. I love my children so much, and no matter how many times a day I tell them, I feel it's not enough sometimes. He looked at me and felt concerned that I was crying all over his head, and asked why I was sad. I tried to explain that I was crying happy years, but it's hard for a 3.5 year old to process.
Clayton and Ashton drive me crazy, make me laugh, cry, shake my head, make the cutest pouty faces and are my little blonde bombshells. I love them to the moon bad back, and every night when I look at their sweet sleeping faces, I'm thankful that I was chosen to be their mom. I may not always do everything right, and I do make mistakes, but my boys are loved, healthy and happy. That's all that matters to me.

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