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mother's day

whatever you do, please do not tell
john that that's not a cupcake.
it's a cupcake, ok?

so yesterday was mother's day (did you notice? ha!) and we had an altogether lovely day. an altogether lovely weekend, actually, with no one sick and everyone in a good mood and even with some extra sleep. (john slept til 9am on saturday and took three-hour naps both days. that makes for some good rest-time for the mama and daddy too!)

it was wonderful to spend time with my family, and to see extended family for a tasty mother's day dinner last night. this is the third mother's day that i've been a mom - including when john was in my belly, i mean - yet i still haven't quite gotten used to being celebrated on mother's day. of course, being a mom is probably my very favorite thing that i am. but it still seems like someone else's holiday - when i should celebrate my mom, grandmothers, aunts, etc.

even as he was going to bed last night, john said to me, "happy mother's day!" (he'd been working on that all day.) and i just looked at him and melted and kissed his forehead and said, "baby, i should be wishing YOU a happy mother's day. i'm a mommy because you're here in my arms, and that's the best thing ever."

so, i would like to wish a belated mother's day to all the daddies and babies out there. you make us mommies who we are. without you, we're just ladies. and while being a lady is a pretty awesome thing to be, for me, being a mommy is the bees knees.
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