Mother’s Day—2024!

Okay, peeps.

The day I might love nearly as much as my bday (month, ha).

Because I didn’t do anything to earn being born, but man oh man do I earn some Mother’s Day love, day in and day out. And never more so than this past week!

All I ever, ever want for this special day is a forced picture with my babies, and this was my first year as a mother of four—five, if you count my original child (the hubby). ;)

This next pic is brought to you by my accidental cleavage…

And some bonus pics of our wildlife sightings on the way to the car after our happy brunch…







I worked hard to try and restore my mental health a bit this weekend.

Truly, I feel like I’m emerging from the most chaotic and demanding three-week fog, and I’m hoping I can keep the positive momentum going, as we’re very nearly on the final home stretch toward Summer (only 14 school days left)!

It was beautiful to feel loved up today, but my greatest Mother’s Day gift came by accident on Thursday afternoon. It was the height of the insanity of this past week, and I finally broke down and had a very necessary crying jag for many reasons that I won’t bore you with.

Little Man emerged from his bedroom when I was still sniffling while carrying Chicklet upstairs on my back. He handed me this note, and…needless to say, it got the waterworks going full force again!

Motherhood is the most demanding, exhausting, rewarding and miraculous “job” of my life. And I wouldn’t trade these years for the world.

The days are long, but the years are short.

More mañana, peeps.

Over and out.