Yesterday I was listening to the song "The Best Day" by Taylor Swift. Every time I listen to that song I think about how great my own Mama is. I think that and I cry like a baby. She has always been my rock. All of my super powers came straight from her. I can't imagine life without her.
As I was listening yesterday I decided to try to think of all of my best days. I was amazed by how many I have had. So many days with my Mom and my sister. And then days with my friends. Days in college when I was crazy. Then came the days of Randy. Then I got to the best days of all. The days when I got to be the Mom.
I found out that I was pregnant with Super Z on Mother's Day 2002. I screamed. I ran around my old house in Crosby like a crazy person. I jumped on Randy. I cried. I laughed. I woke up my sister and Britty. I called everyone I could think of at 7 am. I couldn't believe it.
When I look at these gorgeous awesome kids of mine, I still can't believe it.
I can't believe how lucky I am that I am the one they come to when they need comfort, that I am the one they always want to sit by on the couch, that I am the one who has to read just one more story every night, that I am the one who knows what they want to eat and how to rub their backs when they are sick. I could never get enough of them. They are the best thing ever. Being their Mom is my favorite thing. How did I get so lucky?