Happy Mother's Day

Just over two years ago, on a sunny day in April, something remarkable happened. After a lot of pain, swelling, crying, and pushing, my beautiful wife became a mother. In that magical moment, our lives were forever changed for the better.

Our world was literally transformed in the blink of an eye. We stopped doing many of the things we had since the beginning of our marriage. We gave up doing things like watching entire seasons of 24 in a single weekend... and started on a path of real discovery and meaning. It's remarkable how much adding a child has really made us a family.

Gone were the days of sleeping in until 11 or 12... and strangely and suddenly our conversations were dominated by a whole new range of tipics like naps, sore nipples, and poop (ok... so maybe the topics weren't entirely new... but I digress).

This year for Mother's Day, Morgan and I decided we wanted to do something special. So, we decided that in addition to the the fun, age-old Mother's Day traditions, we would do something else. By the time you are reading this, Kelli has already enjoyed her breakfast in bed. She's discovered what her Mother's Day presents are, and has started going about her day... completely oblivious to what is happening in my office. You see, those things are just for her, and, like I said earlier, Morgan and I had talked about doing something special this year, something that would help you (the dear friends and loved ones who follow this blog) know how much we love her and help you share in the celebratory bliss that comes with this day. So... as you may have guessed, Morgan and I decided to take over Kelli's blog and write her a letter.

So... here goes:

Dear Kelli (Mommy),

Morgan and I wanted to write you a letter to let you know how much we love you and appreciate all you do for us. Without you we would not have a family and our house would not be a home. We know there are times when Morgan and I can make a mess of things or things start to pile up (literally and figuratively)... and you chase after us, keeping us on track and presentable.

You know even though we only formally commemorate you as a mother once a year, we celebrate you and your amazing contributions every day.

Breakfast in bed and presents are mere tokens of what we are trying to convey... that without you, none of this could have ever happened. So this is our little way of telling you (and the rest of the world) how much we love and appreciate every little and not-so-little thing you do for us.

Essentially: thank you! Thank you for being such a remarkable woman, loving wife, and amazing mother.

On this day especially, thank you for being the best mother in the world!

Love forever,

Tom and Morgan.

P.S. Morgan wanted to add a few thoughts:

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How can I even hope to compete with that. Frankly I think she said it all... and much better than I did.