This is my second Mother's Day with the mooch, and I honestly have to say that I keep forgetting I'm a mom. I have this awesome little person who lives with me and that I feed and clothe and change, but it's so much a part of my life that labelling it doesn't really make sense. It just is.
Last night one of the older gents at church specifically sought me out to give me a carnation-a tradition carried out by the local Knights of Columbus every year. I laughed and thanked him, and now I have a pretty pink and yellow flower brightening up my kitchen. This morning my daughter was busy tearing all over the place, then looked up at me and said "happy happy". The cuteness was overwhelming. But then, she's every bit as cute every other day of the year.
To all ladies, moms or no, I wish you a happy day- just because you deserve it.
(And happy 17 month birthday, Mooch. Love you to pieces.)