My First

Mother's Day that is.

In short - a truly fantastic day.

In long - before we even went to church I had already been showered with unexpected yet wonderful gifts. My husband presented me with beautiful pearl drop earrings and a turquoise-colored tea pot full with roses, daisies, and lilies. Needless to say the room is dripping with the delicious scent of fresh flowers and I could not be happier. He certainly knows what I love.

My own mother gave me a gift that spoke to my inner fashionista - a yellow Dooney and Bourke bag that I cannot wait to use. DB has been a staple of my wardrobe for many, many years - and this bag will incorporate into the fall/summer rotation nicely.

We attended church and were able to briefly wish Steve's Mom a Happy Mother's Day/Grandmother's Day. After church we headed to my grandparents to celebrate my grandmother's seventy-fifth birthday and mother's day. I got even more flowers and cards and jewelry there which was yet another unexpected surprise of the day. Cutter got to spend Mother's Day with his mommy, Gramie, and Great-Gramie - all three of which loved him to pieces.

I received so many wonderful cards from friends of mine and family - all speaking of the memories and honor of a first mother's day. I truly didn't expect the day to be so saturated with sentimentality, but was pleasantly surprised that it was. From the moment I woke up until the moment I lay my head on my pillow I felt blessed to be a mother. But more so, blessed that I had a husband to share that joy with. We had such a great day together and it just became ever more clear to me the love that we both share for our son. He has brought us closer together (as if that was even possible) than I could ever have dreamed and fortified our relationship as husband and wife, mother and father. For that, I could not be more pleased.

I won't reveal what I gave to my own mother for I'm far too embarrassed at the lack of preparation I put into her gift. It seems being the mother of a three month-old has put some (temporary) time limits on my creative projects. The best part is - as a true mother - she happily accepted and boasted of how thoughtful the gift was and what it meant to her.

I love my mother with all of my heart and soul and treasure our many conversations - mundane, serious, or life-changing. She and I can discuss absolutely anything and I would be lost without that. It's not a cliche for me to say that she is my best friend because she truly is. I was overjoyed to now be a part of the club and share this mother's day with her. To now know the joy she felt over me as a child -- it's certainly not something you capture in your heart until having a child of your own. I so get it now, Mom! Happy Mother's Day to the original - I couldn't be the mom I am without your example leading the way.

Cutter with his Mom, Gramie, and Great-Gramie (taken in March)