I’m back. It’s been a while, but believe me, I needed all that time to recover. I was sick y’all… super sick. I think I had all of Monkey’s and Brian’s symptoms rolled into one super bug. Well, maybe I’m being a little dramatic but something wicked was in Atlanta last week.
And the most wonderful thing was that my mom was able to come down to GA and take care of me and Mr. Monkey Pants. Because I know fancy gifts and flowers will be wasted on her as a thank you, I thought I would use this post to thank her for her help and kindness. I’ll try and keep the mushiness to a minimum but I’ll warn you that some might sneak in.
At 7:05 EST on Monday, March 29th I called you to see if there was any way you could come to Georgia. I was super sick, Brian had used all of his sick days the previous week, and you arrived in Atlanta by 5:00 PM that day. You swooped in, took care of me, took care of Monkey (even getting up in the middle of the night so I could sleep), helped me rid my house of the ant invasion, cooked dinner, and didn’t complain once. I can’t thank you enough but I will try.
Thank you for interrupting your life to take care of mine. Thank you for always doing that – I knew you would come if I needed you.
Thank you for taking care of my husband and my son. You love the two most important men in my life independently of me and I thank you for that.
Thank you for showing me the tricks of moving in to someone else’s house and making it your own. Your experiences have made it easier for me to handle my transitions.
Thank you for ALWAYS beings honest about who you are as a mother, as a person, and as a friend. Your truth makes it easier for me to accept mine.
And most of all, thank you for showing me the kind of mother I want to be and that I can grow into that person (it doesn’t have to happen yesterday).
Your favorite daughter
(Sorry Amy, truth hurts)