This is why when I was told that it may be difficult for me to have a child of my own, my world seemed to crumble before me. This is why for those two to three years, Mother's Day resulted in more tears than joy. Because while I celebrated my own wonderful mother and all the mothers that I know and love, there was something missing. I wanted so badly to be a mother myself. I needed to be a mother. Simply because God made me that way.
This year was different though. This year, I got to snuggle not one but two babies. I got to celebrate the last eight months at a brunch with my wonderful husband. I got showered with flowers and gifts both store bought and hand made. But best of all I got to be a mom. A mom who changes diapers, and wipes noses, and fixes bottles, and plays with blocks, and reads books, and rocks her babies to sleep. I got to be what God made me to be, a mom. A mom who is by no means perfect and who is learning as she goes, but a mom who feels overwhelmed by her blessings and loves every minute she gets with her little family!
What a great weekend with these two cuties . . .
Friday night we cooked out with friends. . .
We played outside on Saturday . . .
Checked out Artisphere downtown with Aunt Mandi, Greenville's newest resident!!!
Mother's Day could not have been more special!
Brunch at Southern Culture. . .
Aunt Mandi watched the babies so we could actually eat brunch. . .
After brunch, we played, played, played. . .
We walked around downtown. . .
I sure am one blessed mama!