My Wild and Precious Home
- Heartfelt
Happy birthday, Mom. Of all the wild and precious things this life has handed me, you are the one I keep coming back to. Thank you for being home.
Happy birthday, Mom. Of all the wild and precious things this life has handed me, you are the one I keep coming back to. Thank you for being home.
Happy birthday, Mom. You're the only person who can lecture me and make me feel loved simultaneously. It is your greatest and most confusing gift. Own it.
Happy birthday, Mom. You loved me into the person I'm still becoming. The patience. The corrections offered as questions. The thousand small kindnesses I only really notice in retrospect. Whatever I make of this life, the credit is yours. Whatever the world makes of me , you started it. Today is yours, and so is my whole quiet gratitude.
Mom, on your birthday I want to slow down long enough to say what I usually rush past: thank you. Thank you for the patience you showed when I had none, the faith you kept when mine wavered, and the quiet thousand small things that make you the home I always come back to. Happy birthday — I love you more than I'll ever fit into a card.
Happy birthday, Mom. You are the steady light I navigate by , the one constant in a life that keeps reshaping itself around me. Every kind thing I know how to do, I learned at your kitchen table, in your patience, in the way you noticed me even when no one else did. Today is yours. The gratitude is mine , and I'll carry it for keeps.