I am a mom. And today:
Greta looked even more beautiful.
Young boys raised the flag–for all the moms
(some of them in their Christmas jammies)
Chris spoiled me with 18 ft of canvas
And the best burger I ever had after church.
He has been marinating steak all day for my mother’s-day-request: fajitas. I love Chris. I love that he made me a mom. I love Greta for letting me call her my baby, even though she is quickly turning into a bouncing toddler. I love my life. Every day. But today my role seems clearer. My daughter is cuter than ever, my love for Chris is over-flowing. My life is sweeter than I ever could have imagined it.