Suddenly all the I’m not just a mom shirt memories will seem to come back in blurred details. How you laughed while I danced silly in front of you. How I kissed your eyes and nose and lips and forehead and suddenly, all in the world was better. How I came to your door that night and how you cried in my arms one last time.

I’m not just a mom shirt

Best I’m not just a mom shirt

Awkwardness is I’m not just a mom shirt what my friends would call it if they saw us, but for us, it will be the familiarity with something once shared. The feeling of finding something that used to be yours, forever belonging to one another.

How I laughed while you danced silly in I’m not just a mom shirt in front of me. How you kissed my eyes and nose and lips and forehead and suddenly, all in the world was better. How I came to your door that night and how I cried in your arms one last time.
One last time.