i just have to take a moment to brag on my mama

She was born on the day WWII ended (V-J day, to be precise).

I hope she doesn't kill me for sharing that.

I think it's worth noting, though, because she was once a little girl who moved all over as a military brat but who considers her roots to be in New Orleans and Mississippi, a little girl who never imagined back then that her grandchildren would come in as many hues as they do.

We chose to say yes to adoption, which in our case meant saying yes to a multi-cultural family. 

My mom didn't really have a say in the matter, but you'd never know it. 

Considering I'm her baby, it's been a while since she's been in the mode of so many little ones. And she was quick to point out that she had three, not six, and none of us three were as close in age as my little ones are.

Nevermind that, though.

She embraced the crazy.

We love you, Mom. Thanks for filling spring break with wonderful memories for all of us.