Hey there! Happy weekend and Happy Mother’s Day to all you mamas out there!

My only requirements today are Dan, Wrigley, baseball cap, gym clothes, and meat. So far I am successfully checking all those boxes.

This year will be my second year as a mother on Mother’s Day, and I have to say that the day seems less special the further I get into motherhood. Don’t get me wrong, I greatly appreciate the gesture that people want to thank moms, but it feels kind of awkward.

I always find myself wanting to thank Wrigley for all that he gives me. The idea of him thanking me makes me ask, for what?

I remember when Wrigley was really young, maybe four or five weeks old, sitting in his nursery in the dark for the umpeetenth time that night. He loved to fall asleep while nursing (ha, still does!), and it made my heart so happy to give him the one thing he loved most.

As I rocked in the dark that night, I watched Wrigley’s sweet little face and I realized that there are so many moments in motherhood where no one sees us doing the things we do. The uninterrupted, lengthy nursing sessions, the kisses and nose nuzzles, the back rubs and silly faces in the hopes of hearing that addictive laugh.

Each moment feels like some rare diamond dug out from the coal. Each moment makes my heart swell with a deep level of gratitude. And each day is filled with hundreds of these diamonds.

Every day I am grateful for the gift of motherhood, which kind of makes me feel like every day is mother’s day.

Thank you Wrigley-Lou-Bear for letting me be your mom and for filling my heart and my life the way you do.