Happy "Mudders" Day.

Granted there are rough days. BUT...the best reason for being a mom? Well, you can see the evidence below. You gotta love it. I love that Wyatt calls me mudder and I love that he makes me the cheesiest plastic beaded necklaces known to man. I love that he's the not the kid who wrote in his mom book that all his mom does is eat and sleep all day. I love that he was helping me put away groceries and cleaning the bathroom completely unprompted because he was "showing kindness and being respectful."Oh, and the fact that he doesn't know my actual age is a bonus as well. I can happily cling to youth for another year. 

 

 

 

I Love you too buddy.