Mother's Day Flowers

This where we spent our Friday afternoon... Thanksgiving Point Gardens.  I love the Tulip Festival and am glad that I spent the time to go there.  I love it.

Noah's Ark in the Children Garden

My lovey boy.

Aiden saying "Wow" when he saw the huge waterfall.  I think it was like a big giant bathtub....

The waterfall.

Need I say more?

There are just some things you can't experience from a stroller.

My little bud among the flowers.

My Mom

I miss my mommy.  There.  I said it.

I know I am a grown woman of 31 (Shhhhhh... almost 32....) and I still need my mother.  A lot.  I wish she was here to give a listening ear and unconditional love.

My life is uncertain at this exact moment and I have a potentially big life-altering thing looming... possibly... with work.  There is nothing I will be able to do to stop it if it comes.

I am packing to get ready to move.  Another move.  Another home.  Another adjustment.

And the insomnia is back with a vengeance.  It seems that just when Mister sleeps through the night, I can not.  The constant sleep deprivation is getting to me.    Day after long day.  Night after eternal night.  The welcome sound of Diet Pepsi is my only salvation.  Six to eight of those just to keep me sane some days.

With Mother's Day this weekend, I think of my mother so much.  I love this year.  Mother's Day means so much more to me.  It will not be a sad day this year like it has been for almost seven years.  It will be happy for me and I will be able to snuggle my little reason I am a mother.  I love being a mother.  I love it more than I ever knew I would.

But I miss my own mother.  I hate that I can't pick up the phone and tell her about Aiden's new top tooth and the other one just about to bust through.  I can't call and cry about my day and have her listen.  I can't look at her patience and understanding when she could look at me and my ONE child and pat my hand with her elegant, veined ones and truly understand because of her eight biological and hundreds of adopted children.  

I think of what she would tell me and I think it would go something like this:

Work is just work.  Just do your best and be honest with it, then it will work out.

So what if Aiden is still co-sleeping?  Who cares if you don't?

You won't sleep.  And that is okay.  Spend the time looking at and bonding with your baby.

The move is good.  You are right to be excited and apprehensive.  Change is hard.

Money is just money.  Spend what you must, save what you can, and let the Lord handle the rest.

Being a mom is about being there and saying I Love You.  

and she would tell me she loves me.

And just when I am feeling down and a little sad, I get a picture of my little man from his cousins who took him shopping today.  And life is good again.

Mother's Day will ROCK this year.

I was born for this

Quiet weekend.  

Mister is teething, but overall happy.  

The crib thing is not going as smoothly as I had hoped, but I will prevail!!

I met Shiree's new gentleman friend and he is nice.  And personable. (and cute...)

I got to watch Robert Downey Jr. again and swooned at the shirtless boxing scene... again.

I packed some boxes to get ready to move.

And I spent wonderful time with my man.  

I was born to be a mom.