momma day

Happy Mothers Day!
I look at that photo and really, as cliche as it sounds, i can't believe i did that. All those little people came from my struggles, joy, pain and food. I ate food and made that. That really freaks me out.
I love my children so much. I love every inch of them. Pouring over their bodies after they have baths. Tending to splinters, cuts, eczema, cradle cap, ingrown nails and tangly hair. I devour every inch of them. Every single beautiful little bit. Especially little feet and bear-like chubby paws. Oh how i love them. Every night i go from bed to bed. Touching their foreheads, sweeping hair out of their face, stealing kisses – so careful not to wake them.
My god how i love them. It hurts.
And they are growing so fast. We are making plans for birthdays. I'm so sad to leave behind the days of "they're 2, 4, 6, and 8! Yay me!"
Parker has been worried all weekend about the "mommas." When we moved the chicks outside "what about their momma?" When we see deer in the fields "where's their momma?" When we had roast chicken for dinner "is this the momma?" And finally, his constant reprise since christmas "where's our turkey?" He's such a compassionate and sweet boy. I feel so lucky to wake up next to his sweet face and plentiful kisses every morning.
This weekend has been filled with a long overdue spring cleaning. A cleaning involving many dead mice (6 and counting), chicks moved out of the laundry room and into the coop (photos soon i promise), and hand-made cards and crafty gifts. Every single thing i ever hoped for.
I wish for every single one of you to feel the love that i feel. To love what you have. To find peace in your sorrow. Happiness in your life. Family.
Happy mothers day.