Dear Mom,

I'm so sorry that I couldn't be with you this morning to bring you breakfast in bed (burnt toast and a mimosa), to snuggle with you, to present you with a gift crafted by hand out of toilet paper roll, and just generally to pamper you all day long.

I wanted you to know that I've spent the day thinking of you and praying for you.  At Mass this morning, Msgr. Rob conferred a special blessing upon all of the mothers present.  As I stood next to Norma (wishing she was you but happy she could be with us), I had tears streaming down my face.  What a blessing to be a Mom!  In so many ways, you were teaching me my life's vocation before I could ever imagine I would someday be a mother.  You set the benchmark very high -- since my boys were very young I've always looked to you as the example of all I strive to be as a mother.

Thank you for your continual love and support, for the many ways you have devoted your life to your children and grandchildren, and for the ongoing gift of your friendship!  I love you more than words can ever express and look forward to your visit in a few weeks.  Who knows, maybe we'll have breakfast in bed when you get here!

Love and hugs,