Happy Mothers' Day to me and all you other mothers. I loved Mothers' Day. It was actually surprising and weird how excited I got. I felt like a superstar or superhero. I half expected random people at church to walk up to me and say: "congratulations" and "happy mothers' day" or admire my new mothers' day necklace (zoom in on the picture to see the new necklace for yourself, if you'd like). The closest thing I have ever felt to that before: birthdays when I was six and seven years old, feeling like everyone should know it was my birthday and acknowledge it with cards, presents, and birthday cake. Don't misunderstand me, I don't think I'm as demanding as it sounds (about Mothers' Days, I mean. Those birthdays really were pretty demanding!). It's not so much that I want other people to shower me with attention for the sake of the attention--it's more like being so excited about something that you want everyone else to feel so excited too. I feel thrilled to have little Noah in my life and so proud that he is mine, and so in awe at the experience of motherhood with all its ups and downs. So it is nice that there is one day when other people say out loud what I am thinking.
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