When faced with challenges such as this, I find myself trying to be as brilliant as Hemingway. "For Sale: baby shoes, never worn" carries as much emotion as anything I've ever read. I'm not a professional writer, however, so I guess I need to just start where I am and see if I ever get there. Here's the best I can do at the moment:
happily devoted wife, mom, and friend
*for those of you reading along who are under the age of majority, realize that when I say "mom" I really mean MummaNanny, but that just doesn't flow well in my phrase. As I've said before, I consider all 4 of you mine.