A letter to my mother

Mom,

Thank you. For a million reasons really, but here are a few. Thank you for all the love you give my children. For all the times you'd sit next to me with your hand on my belly waiting to feel them kick. For all the times you'd say "Okay, I'm ready for that baby to come!" For all the times I'd walk through your door and you'd say "Well, I did get this for the baby..." and then come out of your room with something truly adorable for one of them. For all the times you helped me with Q when I was sick while pregnant with Bosty. Thank you for watching survivor with me and the bachelor, I looked forward to those nights and skinny pop popcorn. Thank you for being genuinely delighted when my water broke and bringing me to the hospital. Thank you for staring for hours at Boston with me. For the mornings you would come grab him out of my room so I could sleep a little bit longer. For rocking him while I got us all ready for bed. For the last Saturday he was with us and we had to go get Stacy and you made him smile from ear to ear after I put him in his car seat. I will remember it forever. Thank you for being the one to pick him up that day. I'm so sorry you hold that nightmare with you, but I don't think I could have taken that pain. Thank you for making all the phone calls I couldn't have made myself. For greeting everyone at his visitation because all I could do is stand by his casket and sing to him. For being the one to play with Q because I didn't have it in me to get out of bed for months after Bosty left, even though I know you didn't want to either. Thank you for knowing how much I miss my baby. For knowing how wonderful he was. For loving us, and I hope you know how much we love you too.

My babies are so truly lucky to have you as their grandma.