What’s the best thing about being a mother? Well, getting spoiled on Mother’s Day of course! Just kidding. I can proudly say I am celebrating my second mother’s day, and I did it in style. Last year, my little bebe was only a little over two months so I was not only a new mama, but a milk-making moo, I mean cow. Did I just call myself a cow? That’s right, just hook me up to a pump and feed me grass. I’m just being real ya’ll. This year was much different. He was a walking, talking and a playing machine. I have more freedom to get crafty, but I’m doing a lot more chasing too!
I wanted to do a little something for myself. Yes, I was planning on being selfish on mother’s day. I mean come on, the lil’ guy can’t make me breakfast until at least three more years (Daddy better start teaching him how to start flipping’ that french toast). My sisters and I put together a Mother’s Day picnic at one of our mommy’s favorite spots, the Arcadia Arboretum. Vintage books, a chair, and wooden containers were filled with pretty pastel flowers, mouth-watering french macaroons, and homemade doughnuts. I made tissue paper and lace garland as a backdrop, but my favorite detail was the bright pink afghan that we used to relax on while getting our fill of desserts, sandwiches, and spinach quiche.
Mother’s day is about celebrating with the ones we nurture or nurture us. I love my son with all my heart. Every moment I spend with him is like a firework on the 4th of July. He lights up my life and his firecracker personality never gets dull. My mom and I are so close that we could be sisters, literally only a decade and some more years apart, but that’s what I love about our relationship. We can talk about everything and anything from my goals to what I’m going to wear for the next party. Unfortunately, my sisters and I didn’t get any pictures with our mommy dearest because her and our two younger sisters were running late. When they arrived there wasn’t any more time to pose for pictures and we were so excited that us five girls, grandson, and “Nana” were all together in the same place at the same time that we completely forgot to snap that camera. This is why it is so important to make sure you always try and capture your memories, weather big or small, they all matter!
My favorite, next to creme brûlée, next to flan, next to…oh what the heck I’m a sweet addict.
I adore my sisters, and I guess we were all using the same color swatch while shopping.
My husband was behind the lens in all theses shots. He’s not so bad, huh?
And here he is, busy getting into some sort of shinanigans.
