A poem from the boy...

I love to have the final say;
It gets me in trouble too.
When I don't stop blabbering,
You still know I love you!

We have a different point of view
When discussing wrong from right.
Needless to say that when I'm cold
You let me crawl in bed at night!

It's obvious you love me,
You tell me every day
But even when I'm "mean to you,"
You love me anyway.

Did you know you're like an angel?
Always watching over me...
When I walk across the street,
My protection is all you see!

All in all, you love me,
And I love you in exchange.
You're my mother; I'm your son.
Surely that will never change!

Happy Valentine's Day Mommy!  I love you so much!