Life has its dramas and its pressures, such that at points it may seem unbearable, but through these things we have had one constant: you. Whatever crisis we have, or whatever Satan uses to try to thwart this family, you are the rock to which we constantly cling. No matter how rotten we were such to deserve a spanking, you were always standing ready to forgive, wipe our tears, and rub our smarting rumps.
We lurve you like the dragonfly lurves your toe.
The way you cook bacon with your fist on your hip like Superman, your repetitive machine gun kissing technique, your ability to read a book aloud so that we feel as if we're living it, your soft, incoherent humming while you work, the way you crinkle your nose when you play with Richard, your ability to hide the golden egg such that a year later we still can't find it, being able to painlessly remove splinters of any depth or size, us taking turns rubbing your poor, swollen feet while you chewed ice during your pregnancies, all of these are endearing memories that we will cherish forever. And you... you smell good.
Any project we were working on or dream we wanted to pursue, you were always 100% supportive. It would be impossible to list the innumerable times you have sacrificed your own pleasure for our sakes, but one thing is certain... we are eternally grateful.
You are our "Jolly Time," and you are our precious.
We love you Momma!!!
Will, Sarah Grace, Spencer, James, Webb, John, George, Richard