True, I'm all grown up now, and a 'big boy' with 'big responsibilities' and a list of things to do... Sure, I'm an arrogant bast*rd with goals, plans, dreams (some realized and some not). And yes, I complain sometimes that there are NO women out there for me sometimes.

But then I think back to those days on the farm in Tennessee. I think back to the days my beautiful mom (the counselor, the nurse, the nuturer, the social director, the friend) would dress my wounds, prepare my meals, iron my clothes, and spank my little black @$$ when I deserved it. I think back to the college days when she knew somehow I was broke and hungry, and would show up at my dorm with a plate of food big enough for three. I remember the days when I bought my first home, and she helped me decorate. I really remember the days she stood by me when my marriage disntegrated before my eyes, and I felt as if my entire life was an illusion. And now I think about the times we share now, though not as frequent as I'd like...

And then I realize... There is now and always will be one woman who no matter what, always has my heart. One woman who I love, and who truly loves me. Unconditionally.

To all you moms out there, if you're only an eighth the woman my mom is, you're truly divine.

Happy Mother's Day.

sounds like you are a lucky man

What a sweet, sweet thing to write. Now, copy it and give it to your Mom.... She will simply cry......

I hope she realizes how much you LOVE her...

just beautiful!!! seems as tho you're both blessed