But tomorrow it will be different, somehow. And next year something else entirely.
This time in my life is a moment. And a short one at that.
But the truth is that sometimes they drive me crazy. When Aiden chants, "Finny the fried fish" from the backseat of the car. Or when Finn, in turn, bites through his skin like a stinking vampire. Or when Benjamin hangs on my leg as I limp around the kitchen, chopping veggies to the rhythm of his cries.
But today was not one of those days. Today I woke to beautiful, homemade cards. I drank my coffee in relative piece and showered with only one child in the bathroom. I walked through our gorgeous city holding two little hands, the soft weight of a baby head resting on my back.
Today, when our waitress told me how lucky I am, with my three, beautiful boys, I teared up and thought, she's absolutely right.
And just like that Mother's Day wasn't about how lucky they are to have me, but how lucky I am to have them. These three, wonderful boys who make me a mom.
