My First Mothers Day

I always swore that Mothers Day was a holiday created by card companies and chocolate makers without any significant meaning. Then I become a mother. I really enjoyed my first mothers day. My husband D went out of his way to make sure I had a fantastic weekend, not just a great day.

I was able to spend some time on Saturday with two good mom friends, The Llama Mama and KP, Hair Dresser Extraodinaire. The three of us took Bradley birthing class together and kept in touch after it ended. We saw a movie and then enjoyed the beautiful night sitting outside at a restaurant. I didn’t get home until 12:45am! I haven’t been out that late in over a year! We talked about motherhood and our babies and everything else. It was fantastic! The rest of the weekend consisted of snuggles, makeup, and bacon pancakes. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

The past five months (holy crap, E is 5 months old tomorrow!) have been a wild ride. I have experienced my highest highs and my lowest lows. I have wanted to be a mom since I was a little girl, and I am having the time of my life. If this is motherhood, bring it on. I can’t wait for what’s next.

Just so this entry isn’t completely heavy, here are pics of what E picked out for me (with Daddy’s help, of course). I was topping off E before leaving on Saturday evening when D gave me this box!

This is what was inside

It’s perfect. I love it. Just like E.

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One thought on “My First Mothers Day

  1. Happy Belated Mother's Day! Such a beautiful (and meaningful) pendant necklace. Glad you were able to have some quality “me” time on Mother's Day with friends.

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