Someday, this little blog of mine will be printed into a book. It's going to be a treasure and I sort of imagine it being passed down for a long, long time. What I wouldn't give to have a family treasury of my ancestor's stories and pictures. I would love to know of their personalities, their daily monotonies (I don't think that's even a word), the things that were hard, the things that were special. I know that my blog might bore most people to tears because it's like, "oh I love my boys...today we played in the dirt...look at all these pictures that look exactly the same to the untrained (mommy) eye...oh I love my family...." I can't even believe that people even come back to read, and maybe they don't. But, the fact is, I love my blog. Call me narcissistic, but I could spend hours browsing through old posts and pictures. I blog for me. I blog for my kids. I blog for our family. I blog so that in 100 years, my posterity will know about me and my life. Maybe they will care, maybe they won't. The whole point to this and to this silly post, is that the world to come has to know how wonderful my mom is. She is something special, and I will hold to the fact that our relationship is also a special and rare (albeit healthy) thing that I am forever grateful for. I truly do believe that the world is a better place because of her, those who know her are so lucky, and everyone who doesn't know her should--their life would be better for it.