This is going to be a tear-jerker…sorry.
I never understood why you worried so much, at least not until I am now a mom myself. I get it now. I understand why you worried about me when I was at school, in college, moved in with Tony, got married, when I couldn’t get pregnant, when I finally got pregnant, when I struggled to bring my son into the world, and now you worry about Dino.
I remember the look of happiness (for me finally being pregnant) and fear (worrying that I would have a healthy and happy pregnancy) on your face when I first told you I was pregnant.
I remember the look of determination and mother-bear protection when I was admitted to the hospital on June 3rd, 2009. You were there to make sure your daughter would be okay, no matter what.
I remember your words of encouragement and questions for the doctors/nurses when I was in delivery. I just wanted my baby to be okay…you wanted the same.
I remember the look of pure love and joy when holding your first grandchild. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for him…and he knows it.
You are always there for me. You let me rant, cry, moan, complain, b*tch, scream, cheer, shout, and love. Then you tell me just what I need to hear, you make sure I know what is expected of me and guide me in the right direction.
Thankfully I have you to talk to about all sorts of things. Thankfully I can talk to you everyday. Thankfully I still have my mom.
What would go in your letter?