Sunday

Sunday.

My mom and I have a tradition - after family Sunday dinner, when the girls have gone to bed, we turn on a show to watch together. In the winter it was Downton Abbey, but this spring it has been the Duggers (19 Kids and Counting). 

It is our time together and I know that as my wedding approaches that that time is limited. I am excited for the adventures the future holds, but I will always cherish the time my mom and I have spent together, she on the recliner and I on the couch - it is special.

Tonight we watched Jill's baby story and it was perfect for Mother's Day!

I have felt an overwhelming graditude today as I have reflected on motherhood. 

Ten years ago I bore through unmedicated contractions up until a spinal block brought relief as I pushed Evelyn into this world. One of life's few truly spiritual moments. As I held my daughter we laughed that she had her daddy's feet and in that moment the wonder of her stunned me. 

I was a mother.

A few years later I again held my new precious angel but this time it was days after her arrival. Sophia spent her first days in an isolet after having undergone surgery for an omphalocele. We smiled at her red hair and I was in awe of the endurance and courage and hope that was wrapped up in her. 

I was a mother.

I am a mother.