Ohhhh we had a beautiful weekend of fine weather here in Toronto over Mother's Day weekend and it was deeeelightful! You know the kind of weather where you open up all the windows and let the warm breeze blow in. The distant hum of lawn mowers. Fresh pressed lemonade. Hours of sunshine where your children nap enroute rather than in their cribs. Long walks in the park. Icecream.
My poor husband was sick all weekend so admittedly it wasn't wonderful when our Sunday morning started at 5:00 am. And we likely spent more time watching movies than we do normally, but we did manage to celebrate and get out and enjoy the sun too. We spent the weekend in parks where Gabriel biked around on his birthday run bike he got in February. He just picked it up one day and off he went. And now he's trying to launch it off curbs and drop off ledges. Oh my mother heart!
We had chocolate, raspberry, strawberry crepes and bacon and fresh squeezed Sunshine juice. (I might just be slightly addicted to our juicer and never buy juice again!)
And on Sunday, we went to High Park to meet up with our old neighbors from BC who were in town for the weekend. It was really one of the few nice weekends so far this spring so the park was nuts. But the cherry blossoms and magnolias are out as well so it was just stunning!
It was a day for bare toes.
Our BC neighbors!! We love and MISS you!!
Short lived and also the most beautiful!
The
past few months have been challenging ones as we all adapt and adjust
to being a family of four and it hasn't always been pretty--a lot of
sleepless nights, early wake-ups, grumpiness, tantrums, doubts, fears,
confusion. But so many wonderful moments too. It's hard to explain but
when you are put in charge of a little creature, you accept the ups and
downs and embrace them for all that they are. And in return you
witness with awe how a little life navigates from one juncture to the
next. The moment when Magdalene first smiled up at me to when she
wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big wet opened-mouthed kiss on
the cheek. The moment when Gabriel drew a 1 on the bathtub wall with
his crayons and declared with all the excitement of opening a present,
"ONE!" as he discovered the connection between recall and re-creating.
And
really I feel like sometimes that is what being a parent--a mother--is
all about. We have these little creatures in our lives who we teach and
are taught by, bless and are blessed by, love and are loved by.
Gabriel and Magdalene, you truly are miracles in life. Being a mother
has got to be one of the toughest things I've ever had to do, but also
one of the most sacred. And I while I am sometimes terrified by the
great responsibility of raising you, I know that we are also honored by
that same task.
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