Love, Mom

I had a first last week and it was emotional.  At the time I didn't realize it was a first and I had no idea it would choke me up in such a way as it did.

On Valentine's Day I wrote a note to L and put in her lunch box.  She's just learning to read and I thought it would be a fun surprise.  It was simple and to the point . . .

Dear L,
Happy Valentine's Day.
I love you!
Love,
Mom

As I wrote the salutation my eyes filled with tears.  What was it about writing "Love, Mom" that was made me so emotional?  Apparently it was the first time I had written those words.  I've written many expressions with my girls in mind as the audience - namely their scrapbooks and the occasional blog post I put here.  But as I contemplated it I realized this was my first letter (albeit more a note) written directly to one of my children.

Even tonight I am still teary when I type "Love, Mom".  Why was/is the written expression of these words so profound to me?

All of the sudden I felt the weight of being a mom (not the first time I've had that feeling).  I was overcome with the reality of the fact of all that I am to her. 

I wish I could articulate my feelings better.  But tonight I can't - - - -