It’s been an interesting Mother’s Day. There was no breakfast in bed surrounded by adoring children handing me cards. Instead I woke on a couch (hooray that it’s there!) and hoped that we would go home today. I spent hours waiting for an ambulance. I held my baby. We got home and I briefed Jason on Bella’s new orders. Then I threw on a dress and rushed to church. The girls were supposed to sing at church for Mother’s Day. We didn’t make it – they sang to me in the car instead. :) We came home and I headed off to the pharmacy for Bella’s new meds. Of course, they didn’t have it. So off we headed to find these drugs. I came home and checked on my baby and am now, finally, eating. But I’m not complaining. Today I was told a million times “Happy Mother’s Day!” from the doctors, the nurses, the EMTs, the pharmacists, and my beautiful children. I held and kissed my babies. What a blessing! Today I am grateful for the mothers of Joy and Bella. I get the recognition for being a mother, but they gave them life. I get to hold them and kiss them, but their arms are empty. Today my heart is full. Full of gratitude that I am a mother.