Moms

It's spring time and many spring flowers are out blooming, like Lilacs. Every time I smell fresh Lilacs I am reminded of Mother's Day. We have this huge Lilac bush at my parents house and every year my dad would cut some and make my mom breakfast in bed on Mother's Day.

Mother's Day came and went for me this year pretty fast, I guess because I'm so spoiled the rest of the year, that my husband and sons actually celebrate me year round. How awesome is that? (And how freaking conceited does that make me sound?) I have the most amazing little boys, they never fail to put me in awe. I am so grateful to have them in my life, I cannot imagine the emptiness I would feel if I didn't have them with me. They are precious, courageous and sincere little men that I hope someday understand all the love I have for them. My goal is that they may never wonder if I love them or not; they will simply not have to ask.

Motherhood is this terrifying, majestic journey that you're never prepared for, often doubt yourself along the way, but relish in the splendor that surrounds you with unconditional love. It is no small thing to be a mother, and no simple task to undertake. The hands you guide as a mother, shape what the world becomes. It is the toughest job you'll ever love.