Today I woke up wondering what we'd be doing if my mom were still here. We would probably have a bbq over at my parents house and she would chase the boys around, read to them and sing them songs. It is so hard not having her here to know them and to watch them grow. Susie (my aunt) pointed out that little N is now saying ball. Woohoo, his first word! What a coincidence, H's first word was also ball. The little guy loves to play with any ball he can get his hands on. Oh, and also shoes and socks. Hard to believe he is going to one next month!
So Mother's Day is just sort of blaa for me and always will be.
Anyway, I'll end this with a picture of my mom (she was pretty sick here) the day H was born.
I love you Mom. I miss you. Happy Mother's Day...