One of the things I love the most about my wife, Deb, is her maternal instincts.

She has always had them.

It was the epiphany that she would be a great mother some day, that made me see her in a new light almost forty years ago. One of her qualities that made me love her when we were just friends.

I didn’t think that she’d be a great mother for my kids. I just thought that she’d be a great mother.

And her kids would be so lucky to have her as a mom.

I don’t always predict the future correctly. But I was bang on with that prediction.

We have three awesome kids. Caileigh, Keaton, and Tara.

And yes, they came into the world with their own natural awesome-ness. But Deb nurtured those guzzards into the wonderful people they are.

They are folks I’d love to have in my life if I wasn’t related to them. Kind, generous, loving.

Like their mother.

Yes, I helped raise them. But make no mistake. Deb did the heaviest lifting.

And she continues to shower her maternal love on our guzzards.

She is a drop of love, rippling out into the world. And our kids echo that love into the world, as well.

Happy Mother’s Day, Deb! ❤