So we’ve got a Mother’s Day tradition in our house. Every year since Riley was 1, we head to the park near our house and pose for a photo in front of a pretty flowering tree. I have no idea what kind of tree it is, but Riley now calls it and anything that looks like it “the Mother Tree.”Here we are this year, on little Charlotte’s first Mother’s Day.
Wow, pregnancy sure gives you full, luscious hair!
Here I am with 2-year old Riley. This was my most favorite age for a long time.Our first year doing this. The tradition is started. Oh my god, I miss this little version of Riley. Parenthood is rough. Time goes by so fast. I can still feel the weight of this little boy in my arms and hear him say things the funny ways he used to: “Horry!” (sorry), “Wawhoa” (Lola), “Momocycle” (motorcycle).
I love Mother’s Day more every year because of this awesome family that I am lucky enough to be a part of. I’m already looking forward to next year’s picture where I will have to hoist up a 5 year old and almost 2 year old. Yikes.