"To the wait-up-all-nighters and try-not-to-worriers and the nurturers of passions all - to the time tellers, memory collectors, masters of tucking in bed-sheets."

I was going to write something here about my mama and today and thank her for all the yesterdays.  But then I read this and I realized that pretty much sums it up.

As does this.  A letter I wrote to her last year, then hand wrote.  My little brother hand wrote her his own letter and then we put them in matching frames.  That was her Christmas gift last year.  She's really quite lucky to have such wonderful children.  I wonder how we got that way?

I love you, mama.  Thanks for being you so I could be me.