I love my mother sooooo very much. I cannot tell you the numerous amount of times that she has been there for my sons and I. Who knew, after my yongest son turned 10, that I would have another baby? My mom has been there through them all. She's a permenet fixture in our lives, and we wouldn't have it any other way.

Patrice and I initially dated with the stipulation that wherever we went, my mom would go with us. At this very moment, my baby boy, who turns three on June 17, is with her in New York. The poor thing is so confused. He's with his grandma so much that he probably believes that Patrice and I are his "much" older sister and brother, and that my mom is his mom. But that's okay.

I have dedicated a page especially for my mom, and you can visit it by clicking here.

Until next time...