On Motherhood

Today we celebrated mothers. We got to church and Patch was dressed all dapper in suspenders and a bow tie. I wore a dress that I haven't worn since before Patrick was born (yay for almost having my body back) and Scott was in all blue (my favorite). We sat in the back section where there is room for Patch to play on the floor and such. That boy was practically running up and down the aisles at church; coming back to me only momentarily to grab handful after handful of dried blueberries. He would take a handful, stuff them in his mouth, and walk off to explore again. He was smiling the biggest smiles and greeting everyone. Meanwhile, talks were being given...whoops!

I finally felt it. That thing where my heart is so full that it felt like it would burst. Don't get me wrong; I've had joy and love in my life beyond measure since welcoming Patch to our family but, I hadn't felt that overwhelming joy just yet. The kind that you hear mothers talking about all the time. Today it happened. Tears started to well in my eyes. I looked at my sweet boy who is just so full of life and already such a reflection of me and his amazing father.  I can't wait to have that feeling wash over me again and again as he grows and I get the pleasure of being his mother.