Happy Mother's Day

Yesterday I went to a baby shower for Esposo's cousin's wife, and I was talking to my sister-in-law about next children. She has two and is debating on a third, while we are looking forward to the second sometime soon. Without thinking, I commented how trying to have a child would be weird, as Luke was a surprise. My sister in law went through a long period of infertility before adopting.

I read Postsecret this week, with postcards from people who hate and love their mothers with equal ferocity.

And a blogger I had never read, but MissZoot linked to on Saturday, died from cancer, never becoming the mother she wanted to be.

After we had dinner this evening with my mother, I was standing in the kitchen washing dished while Luke and Esposo played on the piano, just banging away. It was one of those moments that you want to freeze, the sun had come out, the meal had been good, the day had been good.

Fairly frequently, I realize just how damn lucky I am.