It was a lovely Mother's Day weekend. I felt celebrated and esteemed in the most simple and perfect ways. But mostly, I just felt thankful to be called 'Mommy'.
My loves gave me a pot with my favorite flower, an orchid.
....and Ice cream afterwards of course.
Sunday breakfast at the diner.
A reminder that she will always be Daddy's girl. And I'm totally ok with that.
Dreaming.....
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As I held my sick baby in my arms yesterday....burning up, clinging to me for comfort from his fever, I breathed in the moment. So thankful that I am the one who gets to take care of him. We had to cancel some fun plans for the day but I didn't care. All I want to do is love him and hold him and let him rest. I laid in bed and watched him sleep for almost an hour. It's ironic because most days I can't WAIT until he falls asleep so I can get a break. But yesterday, he was so weak and pitiful. All he wanted to do was sleep. And all I wanted was to have his usual spunky, wild self back.
To all you hard working mamas out there.... remember that your service and surrender are not unnoticed in the heavens. You're doing the most valuable work in the world. Love those kiddos with all your heart and soul.
~I was inspired to write this post after reading this amazing mother's day post on (in)courage, one of my favorite websites.
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5 comments:
Aw, totally made me cry. Beautifully written.
Oh Bri. You always have just the right words. xoxo
That picture of AF and M is adorable. Frame-able for sure!!
Glad little man is on the mend. You are smart to soak up that moment... they grow too fast.
Hugs to you sweet friend!
xx
What a wonderfully written post! And thanks for leaving me the link to inpink.com! I'd never heard of it before and ordered a little something :)
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