girlfiend

I’m not really a Mother’s Day kind of girl. I’ve never been one for getting excited about my birthday or holidays, especially those created by the retail industry. I buy cards and celebrate with others because I know they care, and I really like getting presents, but for the most part any “Day” is just that, another day.

But last night the Fiendling was full of milk and relaxed from his bath. Boyfiend and I were looking at pictures (of him, of course) on my computer and the Fiendling was on my lap. I looked down and he was looking up at me, smiling. His eyes were bright and shiny and when I smiled back his smile got even bigger. I stroked his face with my finger, and smiled at him, my beautiful, happy boy and thought to myself, “Happy Mother’s Day.”