Fifteen minutes into Mother’s Day. I’m still up writing this letter, and taking care of some other stuff for tomorrow/today.

Thought I’d give the good people of tumblr a Sunday Soundtrack. Kanye says it best:

As we knelt on the kitchen floor,
I said, “Mommy I’ma love you till you don’t hurt no more. 
And when I’m older, you aint gotta work no more.
And I’ma get you that mansion that we couldn’t afford.”