I'm not sure I even have a picture of me last mother's day. We were busy getting ready to move and I was still having morning sickness. I insisted to Tom that we shouldn't celebrate, even though I was 23ish weeks pregnant. I didn't feel like I'd done much as a mom yet. Sure, I was growing 2 babies, but I didn't count sitting on the couch throwing up as anything really special to celebrate. It's so crazy to think that about 2 weeks later, I left for Pennsylvania, thinking I still had a LONGGG way left to go in my pregnancy but 3 weeks later, my water broke, and everything changed.
This Mother's Day feels like my first full on celebration. I've been a mom now for almost an entire year to 2 of the sweetest little blessings in the world.
They've come so far this year and I am so so proud to be their mother. I couldn't ask for 2 better babies in the world.