Last year, was my first Mother’s Day, but it did not look like a typical first Mother’s Day. There was no baby to cuddle. My arms literally ached from the longing to hold my sweet boy.
This year, this year was much better.
This year, I dressed my daughter up in a cute dress and took her to church for the first time.
This year, I still missed Joshua.
This year, I was able to pause and reflect on the son who made me a mom.
This year, I am grateful for both of my sweet babies.
This year, I am blessed.