My Son the Author

Pamela Tracy here.  Or, you can call me Mike's Mom.  That's what Mike's classmates call me.
And I'm not the only author in the Tracy family.

Mike, my ten-year-old, wrote me a mother's day poem!

                                                  "I Love You the Reddest"

(That's what the outside said, but I opened the card)

I love you with all all my heart.  I love you as a red rose.  I love you as red as your heart.  I love you as red as blood.  I love you as red as a marker, crayon, colored pencil, paint, sharpie, and Expo marker.  I love you as much as red popcorn.  I love you more than a red shirt.  I love you red as a bike, scooter, skateboard, and I love you most when I'm in your arms.

He also drew me with only one chin!

And, note the plant can he made me at school.  I'm a SOUPER mom.

I'm so glad I decided not to be a super/souper hero or rock star (my other choices).
Mom is much better.

Last month, Mike's mom had an April Love Inspired romance on the shelf.
It's the first in a trilogy.

Next month, Mike's mom has a Harlequin Heartwarming on the shelf.
It's number four of five.

How was your Mother's Day?