I still remember my first mother’s day after Brittain was born. Going into church holding my baby girl, I finally realized that sense of pride that my mom told me about for so many years. It goes without saying that this year that feeling was even stronger.
While there was an added amount of LOTS OF FATIGUE that accompanied this mother’s day, I was able to wonder when I walked into the church if I had actually remembered to get dressed myself, but also hold my two beautiful children tightly as I beamed with pride. You can’t help but love it when someone stops you in the hall and says, “Let me look at him.” I always love watching the person’s face as they look at my child. For the most part, these people who are stopping me are people who watched ME grow up in the church and now here they are watching my children. It’s as if they have this look on their face that contains a certain amount of disbelief…or maybe it’s awe. And I always want to say, “I know, right?! My children are miracles.”
I want to document special moments. For some reason on this day there wasn’t much interest in photos. Brittain wanted her dress off, Coleman was wanting to eat…or nap…or perhaps needed a diaper change…you know, things that babies require. Somehow I talked everyone into it and asked someone to at least get a shot or two. Here is where I learned that 2 month olds are not very cooperative.
Couldn’t resist these 2 sweet faces either…
