Over the weekend Zack blessed me with a wonderful dual-day Mother’s Day. Not only did he spoil me on Sunday but on Saturday, too! We spent so much time outside, it was amazing. I also slept in both days, which is worth highlighting ;) Being a mama is the most challenging, rewarding title I’ve ever held. Whenever it feels a little overwhelming I take a deep breath and think about the ways God has blessed me by making me Maxwell’s mama. The scent of Max, the warmth of his body — they are enough to feel calm again.
I love that our home is dotted with bits of our story: marrying Zack, living in Detroit then Minneapolis and now Los Angeles, our families, our jobs/hobbies, our trip to Tanzania. And the latest addition to our story: Maxwell.
Becoming a mama has made me a completely new woman. Our routine, the moments that now highlight my day, the prayers I whisper at night — they are all a reflection of becoming a mama in March. Just last year we were in Africa, dreaming of a baby to call our own, and on Sunday I couldn’t stop my flow of thanks as our dream baby kept my arms [and my heart] full…
“Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood – finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without.” — Jodi Picoult