Mother’s Day 2018

Okay, so Mother’s Day has fast become one of my favorite days of the year—even surpassing birthdays (and anyone who knows me knows how much I lurv birthdays).

Because I didn’t do anything to deserve my birthday, I just happened to be born. But on Mother’s Day, I get to celebrate the thing that had brought me more joy than anything I have ever done or ever will do in my entire life.

Mothering.

I mean, these yahoos make my life so completely full of everything—happiness, craziness, joyfulness, frustrating-ness (yup, I’m makin’ it a word) day in and day out. And I strive every hour of every day to just be in it, through thick and thin.



And I couldn’t do any of it without the mother who raised me, the mothers I’ve been blessed with along the way, and my way-better half—who keep me sane enough to be the mother that I try to be, and who spoils me beyond what I deserve on this very special day.



I hope everyone who is a mother, who has a mother, who knows a mother, or who mothers in any way to any person or thing, felt or gave some special love today.

Just like I did.

:)

P.S. I’m also so blessed that Chica totally guessed my weight correctly on this card she made at school! ;)



P.P.S. My greatest wish for every Mother’s Day is just to get one pic with all my babies where nobody looks like they are in terminal pain (moderate pain is okay). And I got not one, but two today! 



I mean...truly blessed. 

Over and out.