For my younger son, who tries so hard and has come so far, bless his rock hard, stubborn little head and his loving heart.
For my older son, the one stuck between childhood and adolescence, the one with so many gifts and no clear path yet, who will still hug me at the school bus stop even in front of his friends.
For my mother, who understands me and loves me anyway.
For my father, who says I'm perfect even though he knows better.
There are no better parents in the world.
For my in-laws: she who has welcomed me as a daughter from day one, and he who would willingly take all three of my kids to the park by himself to give me a break even back when one or more of them were in diapers.
For my husband, who is my rock in stormy seas.
For my friends, near and far, old and newer, who enrich my life and make me laugh.
I am blessed.