Somehow I managed to forget a post I had been writing on Mother's Day. I've decided the pictures are a whole lot better than what I was writing. So. Instead I'll show some pictures from last year, my very first Mother's Day, and pictures from this year, just a few weeks ago.
There are some startling differences (besides Pea's exponential growth): 25 lbs are now gone, I look less and more tired, and mostly I look a little less shocked that someone was silly enough to actually send me home with a live human being and entrust me with its feeding and care.
What hasn't changed is the feeling that this just may be the most important thing I do with my life. You know that saying, "the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world"? There's nothing like raising a daughter in this time in history to make me believe it's really true.
Penelope--you are my first and so you will always be the one that made me a mama. I love you, Peanut.