I was born two weeks past my due date.
I think it was because I never wanted to leave my Momma’s tummy.
I’ve always been clingy with my Momma.
Too clingy, probably.
Annoying clingy, probably.
Problematically clingy, probably.
I always assumed that when I got older, I would outgrow my attachment to Momma.
But I never did.
I still want to lay my head in her lap.
I still want to follow her around.
I still want her to live forever.
And I have decided that this is okay.
No one should ever have to outgrow their Mommas.
Today is my Momma’s 56th birthday, and I am so thankful for each and every one of her years.
But she needs to live at least 44 more!!
She HAS to.
She also HAS to move in with Dave and I when she gets too old to take care of herself.
Or at least before she turns 57.
Happy Birthday, Momma!!