The one thing that I am most proud of is being Carly's Mom. I have such a hard time explaining how much she means to me. She truly is my life. I have loved her since I found out she was in my belly. I loved her through the morning sickness, the flutters, the kicks, and the tumbles, the heartburn. My heart melted the first time I heard hers beating. My eyes filled with tears the first time I heard her cry. I world lit up the first time I saw her screaming face. But that love grows deeper everyday. She means the world to me.
Fortunately, Carly isn't the only reason I get to celebrate Mother's Day. I have a great mom who doesn't get rewarded enough. She has always went out of her way to give us everything we have ever wanted. She never stops and never slows down...although she really needs to. Some of my favorite memories growing up are playing softball and mom towing us all around and cheering on the sidelines. She's always been my biggest fan. I just hope someday Carly can say that I have been as good a mother as she has always been. I know it wasn't always easy to raise me, but I'm sure Mom loved every minute. Isn't that right, Mom?
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