Every year on February 27th, my thoughts tend to linger on one person. My mom, whom I affectionately refer to as Moth-er. After all, that's how it's spelled.
No, today isn't her birthday, anniversary, or even my birthday. It's because today is the day I was supposed to grace this earth with my presence twenty-six years ago. Apparently I was having just a peachy time inside my mama's pregnant belly because I didn't make my grand entrance until March 20th!
But the really scary part is that Scott was even later than I was.
So here's to tough mothers who protect their babies from the world as long as possible! Thanks to you, I'm a spring baby!
Love you, Mama! Er...Moth-er!
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