More and more each day

Sometimes I talk with one hand over my mouth.
I am my mom.

Sometimes I look over my grocery receipt as I push my cart out the store…to make sure they didn’t make a mistake.
I am my mom.

When I wear my hair curly,
I am my mom.

I sit Indian-style at the kitchen table.
I am my mom.

I cross my arms while shopping.
I am my mom.

I live by lists and organization.
I am my mom.

I cook and bake and show love and appreciation through food.
I am my mom.

I love coupons.
I am my mom.

My handwriting is near typewriter quality.
I am my mom.



More and more each day, I am my mom. There is no one I’d rather be. God has blessed me.
I love you, momma.