Verse 1 Everybody knows who still runs this whole place, It’s you, pretty lady full of fire and grace, Two grown kids and a beautiful life, And somehow you still look like my brand-new wife. We raised a daughter strong and smart, A labor nurse with a gentle heart, Bringing babies into the light, Like she learned from you how to hold life right. And our son, he’s gifted, super bright even if he leans a little right Now building a future with his soon-to-be wife And we sit back thinking, “Wow… we did alright.” You were the warmth and the rhythm every day, The heart of our home in your beautiful way, You bake cookies and muffins that should win awards, Then hide the best ones in various drawers. Chorus Happy Mother’s Day, sweet Marraya, Warrior Princess, Tiny but feisty and full of loveliness, Still rocking that gym-wear like a pro A fifty-plus year old smoke show. Sunday yoga class turns into Mawr-ray-a Hour, Front row center showing balance and power, Acting all humble while knowing full well, The class thinking, “OK… she’s doing that quite well.” Verse 2 And babe, we really were one heck of a team, Building this life and chasing the dream, I traveled for work when the kids were still small, Missing some moments though loving you all. But every time home was finally in sight, You made the heavy days somehow feel light, And together we built something steady and true, A family that grew from me and you. I coached, packed lunches, handled what I could, You carried the rest because you’re just that good, And somehow between all the stress and the pace, We built a warm, fun and loving place. Verse 3 Then there’s Sage and Stella, your chunky little queens, Fighting for food like they’ve never once eaten a thing, Two furry tanks sprinting like hell, The moment they hear someone ring our doorbell. You call them your children while they giving you ‘tude, Don’t miss a beat when they vomit up their food And honestly babe, when I look at our mini zoo I realize the cats got a little of their drama from you. Bridge And yes, you’re lucky too — let’s fairly admit, You married a decent guy with kindness and wit, Still making you laugh after all of these years, Even while my hairline slowly disappears. Sure, I may lose my keys, a wallet or two, But I’ve still got enough charm to have you see it all through, And somehow together we still just fit… Won’t take it for granted….not even one bit Final Chorus Happy Mother’s Day, Maraya, our Princess queen, The greatest mom this family could ever dream, Tiny but mighty with the world’s biggest heart, The beautiful soul behind every good part. From raising our kids to the life we built too, Every good memory somehow traces to you, And babe, after all of these wonderful years… I’d still choose this life with you anywhere. Because home was never the walls or the view… home has always been me and you
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