Mother’s Day Thoughts

A year ago today on Mother’s Day, I remember being pregnant, nauseated and bloated, and all I could think was, “A year from now, we’re going to have a baby. Our own offspring.” It was an incredible thought to me. We had gone to the OB a few times by this point, but it still didn’t seem real. 

Let me tell you, it is real today. It’s late in the evening, and I’m watching a little bouncing baby boy in his Jumperoo. He’s starting to get tired, and rub his eyes, but he still has enough pep to give me a big grin when he catches me looking at him. His name is Jude, and he is the best thing that ever happened to us.
I’m also married to the love of my life, the desire of my heart. This morning (and last year, too), he made me a most wonderful breakfast and had a card waiting for me. He is such a sweetheart and I adore him.

I just looked up at Jude in time to see his eyelids droop, and his head plop. He has passed out cold in the Jumper. However, as he is falling asleep, he still manages to get a few more hops in.