One terrific kid. Period.

Whenever someone asks me how many kids I have I say, "oh, just one."
That ends right now.
No I'm not pregnant. 

But I don't know why I reduce my one, spectacular, amazing kid to a "just".  

I think that response began to convey that somehow we're not roughing it as much as families with more than one.  Sure, one is easier than 2, or 3, or 4, but it's come to my realization that I'm shortchanging the miracle that having a child is in the first place.

I was a reluctant mom.  It took me a long time to accept that I was pregnant.  A long time to embrace being a mother.  And now as we celebrated my second Mother's Day I am on board.  Like....on board.  He's incredible, we've hit a stride, I've adapted, embraced the role, and I will never refer to him as my "just" ever again.

I hope all of you had a terrific Mother's Day.  It's fun to be celebrated and take a minute to reflect on the job.  For those of you trying, I hope you made it through the day and keep envisioning that kiddo in your life.  Believe it and good things follow.

And of course the pictures.  I dragged my husband to a dreadfully humid muggy buggy creek to take some pictures of Ben and I on Mother's Day.   We match.  We held hands.  I just love him.