My very first mother’s day was perhaps not everything I envisioned (no one peeled me grapes or gave me a two-hour massage) but it was a pretty good one nonetheless. It started with
I came downstairs with present and cards in tow to find my little one in a happy mood and a beautiful orchid sitting on my kitchen table – a gift from my mom. I gave my mom her gift (a Lladro figurine of a small dark-haired baby girl in a bassinet) and got to see her pleased expression when she opened it along with the cards – one from Ryan and I, and one from
After that, the day was pretty much like any other weekend. I made some breakfast and coffee for Mom and I, got showered and dressed, did some dishes, did the laundry, played with
At 1:30 mom and dad (who had stopped over to say happy mom’s day) took off and I packed
Once Hubby got home I got his gift – a beautiful outfit with some slacks and a matching blouse. After that, the weekend progressed again much like any other… We played with the baby, watched some TV, did a few house chores, a little more laundry and then I put the little one to bed while Hubby walked the dog. Hubby grilled out (a yummy petite fillet for me – ribeye for him) while I made us loaded baked potatoes. We had dinner with a glass of wine and then I got to watch my Tivo’ed Top Chef (which Hubby graciously watched with me) while I finished up the laundry.
Soooo was my first Mother’s day as glamorous as the movies and Hallmark make it out to be? No. But the point is, it was my first Mother’s day… my gift was asleep (mostly) up in her crib. While I was doing laundry I was washing little shirts and jeans and jammies. While I was doing dishes I was cleaning bottles and sippy cups and tiny spoons. While I was watching TV I was also checking the video monitor to see a little tiny angel resting peacefully. All of this with the man of my dreams by my side. I would say that’s just about as great a Mother’s Day as you can get.