It's difficult to remember exactly what I was feeling last year on my first Mother's Day. I knew that I had entered into this new realm of love and I was so excited to celebrate this new role of motherhood. For some odd reason, this year I had this overwhelming feeling that I could "officially" embrace and celebrate Mother's Day. Maybe it's the fact that I am pregnant with our second child, but I believe that it has more to do with the sense that anyone can do anything for a little while. The first year is like learning to ride a bike. Sure, it's got its own challenges, but when you let go of the training wheels and pick up some speed, there is a grand realization that you're really doing it. I'm really doing it. Challenges and joys, speedbumps and spills.
I'm a mom.
I'm a mom.
My entire Mother's day, my heart was filled with so much joy that I felt like I was on the verge of tears. I woke up to Julia crawling into our bed and very clearly saying, "Happy Mother's Day". Charles made breakfast and then we went for a walk around the neighborhood. Julia stopped to smell and pick every dandilion that she could find. We then came home and headed to Boston for the Red Sox game. Here are some pictures from the game. I wonder sometimes how it could possibly get much better than this! God is so good!