Mother's Day 2014

I sit in the office drinking my glass of Mother's Day champagne (with berries), listening to Frozen playing in the living room where you are relaxing, and I want to write. I am feeling emotional today. I am feeling so in love with my life. I love my sweet husband who adores me. I love my beautiful new home and my wonderful friends and family. And I love you, my Samantha.
As a child I wanted to grow up to be a teacher, wife, and mommy. God blessed me with all three. My heart is full!
This morning I was looking through old photos. The cute ones, the funny ones, and the unforgettable ones. All of you! But mostly I was drawn to the ones of you and I together. We have something special. I love it, enjoy it, but sometimes I fear it. I worry over the day when we won't have this special relationship. The day you wake up and are suddenly a teenager who no longer thinks her mom is the best. So I choose to cherish this special thing we have. To enjoy every moment. Because maybe one day it won't be there, perhaps for a short time, maybe never the same...
Our something special is...
Our love. We snuggle. We kiss. We tell each other "I love you". You like to be held... often by Mommy. You love it when I scratch your back, arms, or neck. Every morning I wake you up. I hold you like a baby in your bed and ask you about your dreams. With a sleepy smile on your face you say, "I dreamed you were cooking." Usually it's eggs. Sometimes it's cookies or chicken or pears. Ha! It's adorable.Then I tell you to stop stretching because it makes you taller and I want you to stay little! I love our sweet snuggle time.
Our time. We read books together every night. I watch your shows or movies with you on the weekends. I dress you and do your hair. We shop. We go out to eat when Daddy is out of town. I watch you play in the backyard or ride your bike. We get our hair and nails done. We shop. We talk in the car. We sing in the car. You help me with the chores around the house. We shop. You help me bake. You want to be with me. And I with you. Yesterday you told me, "Wherever you go, I'm gonna follow you!"
Our play. I help you dress up. I do your "Elsa hair". I braid it, make it white with powder, and pin it up so you can pull it down when you sing Let It Go. I let you get dirty, wet, or muddy outside and am proud of the fact that you can be a tomboy! We ride the "big hill" down the street. Well, you ride. I run along side of you to make sure you don't fall. We pretend that you are "Diamond Puppy" and I'm your owner. We pretend with My Little Ponies and Disney Princesses. We have tickle fights. And pillow fights, which you actually just hold the pillow on my face and try to suffocate me! We love to paint and do crafts. We play with Reggie and talk to him in our "he's such a cute puppy" voice.
Our talks. We talk about fun times at school. We talk about problems with friends. We talk about how being a girl is special. We talk about God and Jesus. We talk about Heaven. We talk about things you are learning. Animals, where you live, letters and reading, math, songs, etc. We talk about healthy eating and exercise. We talk about important things and silly things. But we talk. A lot!
I am sure I am leaving out so many fun and special things. But this is what is coming out as I type right now. A few words to look back and remember four and a half years old Samantha and Mommy on Mother's Day. A day to celebrate all that mommies do. But a day to remember what makes my job as a mommy so important.
My favorite You and Me pics..