Meet Bradley.
And 4 years later... November 13, 1985:
Meet Rebecca.
Moms are made for the little things. The things that make your grow up and know that the world is okay and that no matter the trials, your mom will be right behind you. Moms were made for bath time and scraped knees, for birthday cakes and afterschool snacks. The Carson's don't celebrate greeting card holidays in the typical Americana fashion and Mother's Day is no different. I love my Mom every day of the year, not just the arbitrary day in May when Hallmark tells me I should send her flowers. 
So here's to you Mom! For all the things you did that made Bradley and me turn out to be the productive members of society that still live with their parents.
This Mother's Day I did not get to spend with my mom. Brad was with Mom. Mom was with Grandmother. And Dad was with Mimi. But Mom and I had Mother's Day a week early. It was perfect. I had a really crummy day at work-- a day where I needed to know that my world was going to be okay. She let me vent, then she hugged and kissed me and let me eat all the chocolate pie in the house. Best Mom EVER.
I can hardly express the gratitude I have for how awesome a child you raised... and Bradley turned out pretty okay too.
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