That's us when she visited last year for D's first birthday.. while searching for a picture of us together I came to realize that we have no pictures together.. forget good pictures there are just no pictures period. Must rectify this when I meet her next (hopefully next year).
This was my second mother's day.. which started with a dinner the night before.. breakfast the day of and shiny black boots. I must elaborate on this breakfast.. the restaurant is as unfancy as they come but the food.. divine. The pancakes are heavenly melt in your mouth clouds puffs and the coffee.. just keeps on coming and is never burnt or watery just perfect.. one perfect cup after another... and the staff makes you feel at home.. if you ever in New Jersey.. stop at The Stack Pancake and Steak House (they need a better name).. they serve breakfast all day.
There are times when they are being difficult and you are tired and you just want to shake them or scream but then he looks at my with those big eyes and utters his new favorite word/alphabet/sound (he hasn't started to speak yet) O.. he says it as an exclamation at first and then senses my displeasure and then turns it into a question O? and you melt.. and then all you want to do is hug him and he hugs back and that is the magical moment that makes it all worth while..
See how we celebrated my first mother's day here
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