The Irish Lady and Sons

You can own millions or even billions, but I  can honestly say that would mean nothing to me in comparison to my sons.  They are a gift from God.  (Oh, I know they are only on loan to me and that they really belong to Him.)   This mother’s day,  along with the perfume and the cards, they each hand wrote a note to me.  Knowing me, they know that handwritten notes of sentiment are my personal favorite.   I thought I would share them with you here:
From My Oldest
You are the pillar of strength for this household and you keep us all in line.  Wonderful, caring and unselfish are what I think when you come to mind.  I know I can always count on you and I enjoy our relationship.  I think of you as not only my loving mother, but also as a good friend.  I know I would be nothing without you and I love you more than you could imagine.
Love, Your Son
From My Youngest
You have given me life and joy for fifteen years, almost sixteen.  I hope I have given joy.  All you do for me is because you are loving and loyal.  You always worry about us because you love us.  You discipline us to better ourselves and make better husbands, parents and so on.  I will always be there if you need help.
Love you Mom,  Brett