first mothers day

It was exciting I had entered a new reason to receive gifts, mothers day. I felt special with my little girl who would call me mom in the kindest way possible. The dreams I had for this child, I think first and foremost, are not to be like me. She needed to be obedient and confident and strong and athletic and beautiful. I wanted the moon the for her. I felt like I had the ability to mold this little mini me.

My first mothers day started with breakfast in bed made by him. A little confession here. He is not the best cook, so I don't know if it's a present or a threat. The eggs were scramble and a little over cooked, the pancakes were a little undercooked and in noway resembled a circle of any type. It was way too much milk. I smiled, thanked him and ate my healthy breakfast.

Next he gave me my presents,  a robe, underwear, a mixer, shorts, and a gift certificate to get my hair done. There was so much. I was happy. Next we called our mothers to share this day with. I felt special. I had crossed into a new category, a mother. Wow it was a lot to handle. The best moment was when at church they asked all the mothers to stand up, that was me! I stood and waited till I got handed a rose for mothers day. This was the first of many to come and I couldn't wait for next year.