Reply #75: I'm finding it hard to reply. Too much emotion welling up. [View All]

[Arugula Latte]

My son is 8 and my daughter is 5. All the cliches apply -- lights of my life, love them more than words can say, I'd give my life for them without a split-second hesitation, can't imagine life without them.

Their smiles, laughter, thoughtfulness, hugs, jokes, accomplishments. I'm sooooo proud of them. My son requested donations to the Humane Society rather than b-day presents. My daughter burst into tears while watching "Because of Winn Dixie" because that little girl's mother had left and she felt so sad thinking about me leaving. They are artists and athletes and liberals (already!). They do so well in school and they are so loving. They make me laugh every day. They bring me flowers and draw me pictures. They tell me I'm the best mama in the world (which I'm not, of course! But to them I am).

One day my son and I ran through "pink snow" hand in hand -- blossoms blowing off a cluster of plum trees.

One night my toddler daughter pointed at the moon and said: "Dat moon! It fowowing (following) me!"

:loveya: