To my son Tommy,
They bring you into this world. They often threaten that they can take you out. They can clean any mess off your face with a thumb and some saliva. They have been known to leak from the eyes for no apparent reason, whether they are happy or sad or mad or cutting onions, or, most confusingly, all of the above. They worry and love with their whole heart. Most are suckers for wine and foot rubs and more wine. They may complain about their jobs but they secretly love it, or at least usually. We, as men, as sons and husbands, may never understand them in their entirety, but we are damn sure glad they are there. Happy Mother's Day.
Sincerely with love from your dad,