Mother's Day and the Countdown to 1

I hope that all the mother’s reading this had a great mother’s day. And hugs to my friend K who celebrated her very first mother’s day this year. This is my third. I can’t even believe that. I was awoken by Bea yelling “Happy Mother’s Day” over and over, while Olivia crawled up to my face and poked me saying “Mama”. I then got a sweet card, roses, coffee, a paper, and breakfast. And a family that made me smile all morning long. It really was great, and I really feel that there is no better feeling than being a mom (well, most of the time anyway).

So, my anniversary is coming up, or rather my blogiversary. I can’t believe I have been doing this almost a year now, though not as consistent in recent months. Anyway, there are quite a few posts that are near and dear to me, though I don’t know the exact number offhand. I’ll be starting the countdown at 8 and hope that it will match up. So, at number 8 comes a post that I wrote my first month in doing this blog. And because I don’t think she ever saw it and therefore want to her to see it, it is sort of a tribute to my friend M. And some of the things I wish I would have done and realized a long time ago. And, oh my gosh, I SO understand now.

Number 8: This Last Weekend