Seven years ago, several wonderful things happened. Two of them are particularly relevant this weekend.
First, in March of 2003, my mom moved 3,000 miles in order to be near me. Okay, granted, she actually moved 3,000 to be near her soon-to-be-born first grandchild. But still, I was a big winner in that deal. During most of my adult life, I have lived a significant distance from my mom, and now I am so lucky to have her within walking distance. (True, I don't usually walk to her house, but the fact that I could, is huge). Getting to see her every week is such a gift, as is getting to see her build such a wonderful relationship with my kids. We are all so lucky.
Second, my son was born on Friday, May 9, 2003, two days before mother's day. But we were still in the hospital on Mother's Day because he was jaundiced and had to stay an extra day, and no way was I leaving without him. So I spent my first Mother's Day in the hospital with my new son. And this Sunday, his birthday is on Mother's Day (as was his first birthday), and I can't imagine a better Mother's Day gift.
I love you, Mom.
I love you, my sweet Boy.