for carrying me around for 9, long, and then very hot months. And then carrying me an EXTRA 3 weeks and trying to get me to come out by riding over a lot of railroad tracks. Yikes. (And that didn't really work) And then, thank you for wiping my bottom endlessly, for holding me, carrying me, serving my every waking need, and loving me with all of your heart. You really did it, Mom. Thank you so much. I am so glad to have my life, my family, my husband.....the list of gems is uncountable.
Happy Birthing Day, Mom. I love you.