I love you way too much than to wish you a happy birthday. I know it won't be happy. I know it will suck. But I'm so damn thankful to be spending it with you.
I love you.
I love the way you give me space when I cry.
I love the way you hold me when I cry.
I love the way you are so much more than a Beya to my children.
I love the way I can lean on you and no matter how heavy my heart, you still have the ability to support me.
I love the way you whipped up my couch cushions in about 32 seconds.
I love the way you make me feel needed as much as I need you.
I love the way we have our coffee together in the morning.
I love the way we can sit together and not talk and just be with our own thoughts, even though our thoughts are exactly the same.
I love the way I can tell you my most horrible thoughts and wishes and you don't make me feel bad for having them.
I love the way you've shown me how to be a mom.
I love that in this horrific nightmare of a life we have been handed, I have you.
I love that I have someone who is grieving in pretty much exactly the same way that I am.
Yes, I realize now that almost every single thing I listed is how you support ME but I can honestly say that right now without you, there would be no me.
Most of all mom, I love you, just the way you are.
I love you.