You are the love of my life.
Big blue eyes, dirty blond hair and sometimes dirty clothes that I wash.
You have seen the good, bad and ugly.
You have also witnessed the beautiful thing called unconditional love.
That is what I have for you.
Who makes the best iced tea and macaroni and cheese?
That's right, me.
You said, "It just tastes like mom".
I get it.
I wasn't perfect.
Still working my way through this life, now minus one.
Give me a break, please.
If I had a cape, I would stop a moving train for you or a speeding bullet.
Sadly, I don't own a cape, just a waitress apron and sturdy work shoes.
I am hurting too.
We show our pain very differently.
Same goes for how we show our love.
The love is there, forever and always.
Give me a chance. Let me get you where you need to be.
Let me be your mother and love you.
I cherish you hugs good night and when you tell me your are proud of me.
I am fighting the good fight kiddo, that's all I know how to do.
We shall heal together- in our own ways, at our own pace.
I love you with everything that another human can fathom.
Give me a chance, please.
My heart is still broken and tender, I am just not "tuff" like you.
Your tears are private.
Mine flow at the drop of dime.
I love you.