Mother’s Day: was mine perfect? No way.
There were still bums to wipe, lunches to pack for the next day, temper tantrums to endure and sibling fights to break up.
But there was also Eggs Benedict on a sunny patio. And homemade gifts. And a nap.
And the three beautiful girls who have made me a momma.
Perfectly imperfect, always. Story of my life. Choosing to focus on the Eggs Benny rather than the Pull-up blow-out.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the strong, loving, gorgeous mommas I know (including my own)!