Up until 2005, Mother’s Day was entirely about my mom. Which was exactly as it should be. I adore her and I’ve always been happy to shower her with attention, cards and flowers. This year, though, I became part of the festivities. Those included gifts, which were cautiously delivered (the weight of the bag nearly up-ended him) by my now-walking little one, and french toast, which was prepared by my very sweet husband. On top of that, mom came to visit me instead of the other way around. Much appreciated after two weeks of travel, that’s for sure.
Gotta love his little belly!
She bought him the shirt, of course