the first mother's day
Monday, May 11, 2015 at 7:33AM
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Yesterday was my very first Mother's Day. For the first time in a long while, I was actually looking forward to this holiday with optimism. I can't be alone in saying that this holiday is mostly bittersweet; surely others who have lost their mothers feel the same way. This year though, I wondered if my husband (lovingly thoughtful from day-to-day but perhaps not the most effusive when it comes to actual occasions) would remember that I kind-of-sort-of count as a mother this year.

I woke up early and was prepared to head downstairs to spend time with his family (this was also my "baby shower in Atlanta" weekend but that deserves a post of its own) when he sleepily asked me if I wanted to open my present. (As if he had to ask!) The fact that he remembered to write me an actual card was already special. Since I feel full of tummy these days and full of hormones--the caption alone was enough to make me sniffle--which turned into a full-on bawl when I read what he had to say. That woke him up in a hurry! The gifts were wonderful too; a candle from one of our favorite stores and a surprise from him and the boys (how could I not love these twins already?) that is taking place a few weeks from now.

The rest of the day was low-key, filled with conversation amidst beautiful hydrangeas and delicious food. It's another kind of gift to be a part of Michael's family, and I couldn't help but think about the years ahead--the twins interacting with this great jumble of cousins and aunts and uncles. So before I forget, before the sleep-deprived months, and since I fully expect this to be my most peaceful Mother's Day in a good long while... Thank you, Mama. You made my childhood a magical time, and somehow, you must still be pulling some strings up in heaven for me to have ended up here.

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