I find it very trippy that even though Theo is a mere (almost) 16 months old, this my third Mother’s Day with him.
How long do I have to wait for the breakfast-in-bed thing? And the homemade cards with misspellings and crayons? And the “mommy, I love yous”?
Not that I want to speed up Theo’s already fast-leaving babyhood—but I’m just excited for what’s to come. For now, I’ll happily take Theo gingerly gnawing on an orange, while mommy enjoys a Mother’s Day mimosa with dada, nana, and grampy.