I realize that it’s almost August and I’m way late on this one, but the other day I was thinking that Katie didn’t get a proper Mother’s Day celebration.

Sure, she got Eisley, but those first few days were such a whirlwind that in the end I got her a handful of pathetic flowers and I’m sure I uttered some mother-y sentiment.

Honestly, every day should be Mother’s Day.

I am in awe of Katie; her love, her compassion, her strength. She just wants what’s best for that little Bean.

I appreciate all that Katie does. Most days go by without me saying that, and they shouldn’t. I can be gone for hours or even days at a time, but Katie literally cannot be separated from Eisley. The few free hours she can steal away during the day between feeding and naptime, she wants to clean the house, fold laundry, or cook dinner. I insist she doesn’t need to, but she wants to. Talk about a Proverbs 31 kind of woman.

So Kathryn, Happy Mother’s Day. You were perfectly and specifically created for Eisley, and she couldn’t be more blessed to have you as her mom. I love you both more than my own life.