Two years ago, this day was just an eventuality. It was something that I had longed for all my life, but not something I had actually been a part of. I had dreamt of being part of a group of people so important that it sparked a holiday just for them. That group that I so desperately wanted to be a part of – Mothers – was all that I could think about. It was my ultimate goal.
Last year was my very first Mother’s Day. I am sure that it was special and amazing. I am sure that my wonderful husband pulled out all the stops for me. I am sure that I reveled in the attention, and basked in the glory of finally being and a achieving my one dream in life. I am sure I had a great day. But I don’t remember it at all.
Why, you ask? Because I had a not yet one-month-old newborn baby. Because I was still laid up from the emergency c-section that I had to have to get my perfect little man. Because – let’s be honest here – I was on painkillers, living in my own little world, and just trying to survive the day on little to no sleep.
So fast forward to last Sunday. It was a magnificently beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I was awakened by the wonderful aroma of my favorite coffee beverage – a Starbucks’ White Chocolate Mocha.
I was handed a present that I had been longing for for ages – The Pioneer Woman Cooks cookbook.
And, I was greeted by two of the most handsome men in the world – Nate and babe.
We spent the morning with my mother and father, eating pastries and enjoying the boy squeal with delight as he shoved each piece of cinnamon roll into his mouth. After a breakfast of wonderful Panera pastries, we got dressed and loaded everyone in the car, everyone being Nate, Max, and I. We headed over to the in-laws for some backyard BBQ and family fun.
It was such a great day. So wonderful in fact that I am always going to remember this as my first Mother’s Day, because it is the first one I remember!
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