here's to you, mommies.

It's Mother's Day morning, and I'm sitting here, listening to my crazy boy crawl and climb on everything in his sight, mumbling and squeaking. If you are anything like me, Mother's Day comes with a fleeting hope in your eye for something special, but the reality of it is, it falls on deaf ears.

But this morning? I decided that it's okay. I will celebrate my own motherhood and the blessings I've been given to be able to be celebrating my fourth mother's day. Because for every poopy diaper and sleepless night, there is an equal happiness in the depth of my soul when I witness my babies do something amazing, something sweet, something loving. Each hug they share together, each hug I'm given, each kiss. Those are the gifts I receive for Mother's Day every single day of my life.

Just having these sweet boys? That's the best gift I could ever receive and when I get caught up in the disappointment of knowing that Mother's Day may be overlooked, it may just be another day, in the long run? I'm okay with that. The disappointment will fade when these chubby little arms wrap themselves around my neck and slobbery little kisses meet my lips.

Happy Mother's Day, mommies.