In case no one has told you lately—
You are a wonder.
All the confetti cannons for you.
A round of applause,
And foam fingers, too.
Up at all hours,
Folding load after load (after load) of tiny laundry,
Donning spit up-covered tees while you rock your little love to sleep.
Kissing tiny toes,
Turning page after cardboard page of silly books,
Smiling ear to ear at the sound of little coos.
In the midst of your joy, exhaustion, self-doubt, and longing,
Tired eyes and leaky breasts,
You are everything, and more.
The one who is always there.
Whose heartbeat brings peace.
Whose arms feel like home.
The whole world, wrapped perfectly in one person.
You, dear mama,
You are magic.