Happy Mother’s Day!

When we were young we gave our Mom a hard time. There are a myriad stories of her breaking down in tears from some especially evil or horrifying thing we had done. Ryan burned the forest down, Dylan fell on a q-tip and busted his ear drum, I hit Dylan in the back of the head with a golf club (I don’t think we told you that one). 

Somehow you made it out of our childhood alive and I can’t tell you how much I am enjoying being close with you as I get older.  On Tuesday night, I will fly down to Atlanta, and we will drive from one life to another. You are moving to Manhattan and I could not be more excited. 

I love you Mom, next week we celebrate.