I can’t believe Sunday was my second ever Mother’s Day. It’s amazing how much more confident in the role of mom I feel and how much i love being a mom. My whole life I’ve always wanted kids and knew I wanted to be a mom, but I didn’t realize how much I would love being a mom. I’d honestly have a soccer team of kids if I could. In fact, I’d been bummed lately because I had hoped to be pregnant by now but we’ve struggled this time around. I was worried I would be feel depressed on Mother’s Day not because I’m not grateful for James, but I’ve always wanted a big fam and it’s been hard struggling through infertility and miscarriage and wondering if that won’t happen. But this weekend I was reminded how truly blessed I am to have such a healthy, happy, smart, adorable boy, the cutest puppy ever, a husband I also consider my best friend and our little family. I’m trying to trust that what’s meant to be for our fam will happen and to enjoy what I have now. Easier said than done, but I know one day I’ll look back at the start of our fam and two amazing Mother’s Days with my little guy, and how grateful I am to feel like I’ve got this mama thing down. Even if tomorrow it will all change on me, I know I can handle it and I wouldn’t change any of it — the tantrums, the 5 lbs I can’t (/don’t have time to try) kick, the sleepless nights — for anything. Happy (belated) Mother’s Day to all the mamas, mamas to be, mamas waiting to be mamas — you are amazing.