My First Mother’s Day

My first Mother’s Day was a little bittersweet. My mom has been gone for three years, but Mother’s Day still makes me think primarily of her; it seemed strange that people were wishing me a happy mother’s day. Overall, it was a day like any other. I’m not sure what I was expecting. A rogue bit of sarcasm somehow led to me cooking hubs his favorite dinner, but he did get the diaper sprayer and the new car seat installed, so woot for that. And we had made favorite burger for lunch with a chocolate shake, too. I was going to fill this post with wistful reflections on being a motherless mother, but I am kinda over it. Family is what you make it and you have to love who you got.

Testing out his big boy car seat

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