There I said it. I’m a momma’s boy.

Me and my Mom (back in my 'hair' days)

I’ve always been close to my mom. She’s a pretty tough woman having to deal with raise three boys and a girl.

Recently I was asked if I was my mom’s favorite child. While my siblings may disagree, I think my mom does a good job of being impartial. Being the oldest means I mature sooner than the others, so I think my mom does appreciate that.

Just as my mom says she is proud of me, I’m proud of her and dad. They’ve raised two college graduates with the twins’ graduation right around the corner.

One of the best memories I’ve ever had was when my mom, dad, sister and I traveled to Italy for 11 days in 2010. Below is a picture of my mom at Piazzale Michelangelo overlooking Florence and the Arno River.

Mom in Florence

The reason I’m writing this post to thank my mom for the wonderful card she wrote me for my birthday. After I read the card, I smiled. Unrelated to the card, a piece of dust flew in my eye and made me tear up. It wasn’t the card, I swear!

Link to poem here

Anyway, thanks Mom and Dad. Love you guys!