Is it safe to come out from under the bed yet? Graduation party, check. prom, check. mothers day, check (barely). I think I will continue to stay here for a little while longer. I like it under the bed, it's like my turtle shell. One of the sweetest things that happened was the many mothers day texts I got from everyone. Friends who are my age, one who just cuts my hair who dosen't even have kids or who knows me that well. Then there are the 'kids'. My heart just bursts with joy when I think of the 'kids' who are so unique and thoughtful and special that they would remember me, not their mom, to send me a HMD text just because they know that I am missing 1 HMD text. Even though we didn't have such things when I was 'young' I never would have thought enough outside my own circle of selfishness to consider giving my own mom some HMD time not even thinking of another mom who would be missing a child. And yet I had so many! So, I am thankful each breath for Tara and how amazing she is, my life is livable due to her. and even though I don't have my first born son on mothers day, the one who started it all for me and Tom- I do have kids who care. They care about Taylor, Tara enough to make sure I know that I am still a mom and loved, by many, who are only my friends. Thank you. You never know how much a simple act of kindness can bless someones day.