while these punks were on their 2nd annual brother's trip, i celebrated my
very first mother's day as a real true mother.
it's fun to think that last mother's day we were just telling my family that we
we were going to be having a baby, and now, one year later, our little guy is here.
i missed richard, but it was still a great day. i celebrated by going to church with my
family to hear my dad speak, which was really special because my grandma was there,
and he even talked about me in his talk, too. marty boy was being kinda fussy, so i
took him out to the foyer, but then a neighbor of my parents' came out and took him for me.
looking back i can't believe i just handed him over - and i feel bad because he apparently
freaked out the whole time, which i'm sure subconsciously i knew would happen and is why
i wouldn't normally have given him to anyone who was a stranger to him. but that's all water
under the bridge now. at least i hope so. i hope that we can't trace later problems back to
the very moment when i traumatized him by abandoning him in the arms of alan hintze.
anyway, we spent the rest of the day doing some my favorite things:
snuggling with my buddy
and just playing around, making my boy smile.
someone posted this poem on facebook, and i agree 100%. there is nothing i love
more than being marty's mom. he gives me purpose, and i just know that we were
meant to be together.