This weekend is Mother's Day.
That's my mom.
This weekend is also my dad's birthday.
That's my dad.
It's pretty incredible to think that my parents raised me, just like I'm raising my daughter, invested love and time and heartache and headaches, and then let me (quite literally) fly away. It breaks my heart to think of letting B go like that someday. But I guess that's what you do when you're a parent. You let them go. If mom and dad hadn't let me go when they did I wouldn't have been able to build the life I have. I'm so grateful for that.