Mother’s Day

What’s it mean to me to be a mother?  Immediately, my answer is everything, but truth be told, I don’t know that I knew how much I could feel and love and know until I met Piper Prewitt.

This girl has all the love in her heart – so much so that she doesn’t know how to express it.  Do you know what she did this morning?  She woke Chris up at 6:30, brought him and Wren into the other room, and plotted out breakfast in bed (apparently she told everyone in Target about it last night while they were picking out my present).  They baked me a cake.  She bought us matching milk jug cups for us to drink out of together, and a very thoughtful necklace.  Piper even appropriately picked out a card about all the times she makes me mad.


This girl.  She may be Daddy’s little girl, but the love in her heart is so much bigger.  She’s proud to be my daughter, and there is something incredible and bigger than me in that.  I’m not sure what I did to deserve her, but I’m incredibly thankful for it.


Wrenny got me a beautiful card with her little handprint on it, a big smile, and the biggest belly laughs ever.  We danced to the Beatles this morning and she watched reruns of The Office with me.

Then there’s my incredible, amazing husband.  He’d be stashing away money over the course of a few weeks/months – I’m not sure!  He gave me money to go shopping, scheduled me an hour and a half massage, got me a gift certificate to get my nails done- a day just for me. He knows how much I need it, and he made sure I wouldn’t find those receipts to know what was coming for me!


Today, we went strawberry picking and made homemade strawberry lemonade (it’s my favorite).  Piper may have been…precocious the whole time but it was amazing.  Wrenny might’ve fought with her sunhat on the regular (this might be my favorite picture ever of this crazy kid), but it was a great day.


I’m so grateful for this family that I have.  I may not have my own mother this Mother’s Day, but I’m lucky enough to have these three people to call my own, and that’s more than enough.

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