Mother's Day

End of the day exhaustion has set in, but I'm going to force a post out. 

Mother's Day started shortly after 5am. Can't say I even complained about it. Rain fell, it was still dark out, and we snuggled on the couch with coffee. Both of us, because Leyton "really wuvs coffee."
In the stillness of those moments, I am reminded of how blessed I am. How in love I am. I'm a momma. That's still crazy to me sometimes. 

The kitchen was full of flowers, chocolate, balloons, and cards. Leyton ran around saying "happy mudders day," as if he knew what he was talking about. He didn't cry for the first time going into the nursery today, which is kind of a big deal. Happy Mother's Day to me. However, he did run away from me after service and got lost. Happy Mother's Day to me again. He knows where the table of cookies are for the guests' at church. He also knows how to run under 39948 people's legs to get there. He now knows what both of those things get him. I found out that I could, in fact, spank kind of hard today. Happy Mother's Day to you, Ley.

Church was followed by lunch, where Leyton slept in my arms the whole entire time. That's never happened. Seriously can't think of a meal that's been that quiet since he was born. I enjoyed his snuggles and my food. 

Thank you instagram for pretty much all pictures anymore. I can't even keep up with my kid in church, so the camera is definitely not making it anywhere with me. Maybe one day. Maybe. 

I loved today today. Thankful for the joy that comes through loving a precious child. As I laid down with Leyton tonight and said prayers, I couldn't help but say over and over, 'thank you.' I'm blessed. Even if life isn't anything close to how I had planned 3 years ago, it's so sweet. 

Today we celebrated the sleepless nights. 

5am calls through the monitor. 

Screaming and crying of a toddler that doesn't get their way.

Pants and shirts on backwards because they have to "do it themselves."

Toys everywhere.

But mostly we celebrate the sweet times.

The snuggles and prayers at night.

The laughter.

The "I love you's."

The milestones. 

All else kinda fades on this day. I remember why I'm here, who I've been called to be. Life is just like it is for a reason. There is two year old boy that thinks I am the world right now. Can't take that lightly.

Happy, happy Mother's Day.
If you're a momma, you are beautiful. You are blessed.