My 2nd Mother's Day was filled with sweet things. Hard work and thoughtful gifts from Jeff, good messages at church, and dinner with family. Life isn't perfect, but today pretty much was.
I have a defined bicep muscle in my left arm, I'm still fighting to lose the last bit of baby weight (broken record for months), I traded up a digital alarm clock for a live one months ago, I rarely go to the bathroom in peace, or wear dangly earrings, or have my hair down, I have a knee-jerk crying reaction to stories of dead, sad, mistreated, or lonely babies, I can speed-change a diaper, I have Jude's facial expressions memorized, I lay awake at night worrying about 5 million things I can't control, I see a newborn baby and ache for another one, I have Twinkle Twinkle and I am a Child of God constantly stuck in my head, I recreationally shop for clothes for a pint-sized boy before shopping for myself, I get separation anxiety, and most of all, my #1 fan is Jude, and when he speed crawls to me or shrieks with delight because I'm heading his way, I think to myself the feeling is mutual.
I am grateful every day to be a mom, and grateful every day that Jeff is along for the ride.