♥ Mom ♥

For the first nine months of my life, she was the only one who carried me. She still wants to be the one to carry me whenever she has the chance. She makes sure that I am fed, makes sure that I am clothed, makes sure that I have everything I need to be a happy, healthy little boy. She is the first person I see when I wake in the morning. She is the last person I see when I drift off to dreams at night. We are forever connected in a way that neither time, nor distance can break. I am her son. She is my mom.