Mother's Day

My first Mother's Day was absolutely perfect. In fact, the weekend was fabulous, taking the pressure off of today, because I'd had so much fun celebrating my mamahood even yesterday! I'm too tired to get into too much detail but, perhaps, the greatest moment was when I came home from my latte/bagel/nursery/shopping solo trip (while Jeff hung at home with a sleeping Elie), and found my little peach in her "Mother's Day" hat and jean overalls. I haven't laughed so hard and so fully as I did when I found Jeff loading her up in her stroller, the two of them waiting for me to come home, Eliana wearing a sunflower the size of her head. We walked around the park, perhaps the signature outing for our little family. And it was perfect.

Really the overwhelming thing I felt over the weekend was thankful. Thankful for my man. Thankful for my other mama friends and their sweet tykes. Thankful for our community and the farmer's market and the buds on the trees. Thankful for my own mama and the inspiring role model that she is. But most importantly, I felt thankful for my little sweetheart - for her smiles and chatter and crazy, straight armed wave, and the electric energy that passes between us when we stare into each other's eyes, absolutely dumbfounded, utterly struck, totally in love. Flower and all.