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 Mr. Smith and I when she gets too old to take care of herself.
Or at least before she turns 57.
Happy Birthday, Momma!!