I Was Missing My Chauffeur

One thing that you always hear when you're pregnant with your first is: "You won't be able to imagine your life before, without him."

When I was in the middle of Newborn Land, where you teeter precariously on the edge of insanity, and you do cartwheels if you get four hours of sleep, I used to think, "What on earth were those people talking about!?" Of course I could remember life before my two-week-old screaming/pooping/constantly-needing-something child. I could remember relaxing in Mexico, going to parties, being thin, hanging out with friends until 2 AM, getting 10 hours of sleep per night, etc etc.

Okay, you get the picture.

But then, over time, something happens. You think of that fabulous date that you went on, and you can't imagine what you talked about. Didn't you want to jump up and suddenly say, "Wait! We're missing somebody!"

And there you are. You really can't imagine your life before your child. Welcome to Motherhood, pretty much the greatest/most exhausting/most exhilarating/most hilarious/most challenging thing in the world.

My Mother's Day was wonderful. It started off with my hubby telling me to stay in bed, and while I relaxed in bed I could smell breakfast cooking and my sweet son came in just to give me a kiss. Heaven. :)

Then it was time for breakfast in bed. Funny, I don't remember the toddler eating half of it last year!

And then what did I do? I turned on my favorite Pandora station. . .

Dropped this beautiful bath bomb in the tub, and took a long, relaxing bubble bath.

Before we headed out the door, I took some pictures with my little man.

My son is so thoughtful; try not to be jealous. He chauffeured me all around town! He even drove me to lunch and opened my door like a perfect little gentleman! ;)

This afternoon was made even more delightful by the toddler taking a four-hour nap, and I got to enjoy a three-hour nap!

Every day, I thank God for my little boy. He brings more joy into my life than he will ever know. He makes me crack up laughing all the time. And even on those days full of time-outs and spankings and desperate prayers, I love my little Butch Cassidy with every cell in my body.

The blessing of motherhood is indescribable, isn't it?