I don’t know about you, but nobody did holidays like my mom growing up. She lived for them. From the decor, to the food – she made every holiday worth celebrating. On Easter, my friends would come from near and far, just to color Easter eggs at my house. Even to this day, she still makes us sit around the table – as we all try to pretend like we’re too cool for school, but secretly we love it. She’s living proof that you are never too old for holiday traditions. It’s something that truly has stuck with me all these years, and something I was so excited to do with my own kids.
Today was just like any other day, except not. Garrett woke up way before mama was ready, but just in time to give daddy a great big bear hug before work. Then I rolled my pregnant self outta bed to make breakfast and jump in the shower before heading to my 32-week checkup. Baby girl got a clean bill of health from the doc, and I took Garrett on an impromptu “2nd breakfast”, as I like to call it these days, to Dunkin Donuts (mostly because I missed the chance on National Donut Day and felt ashamed of my pregnant self). I worked on the nursery all morning – organizing the closet, hanging up little girl clothes (eek), and rearranging things, etc (p.s. I can’t wait to do the final reveal, if I can just get my act together!). Garrett went down for a long nap and that’s where the day got good. After all, it’s not every day that you get to sit on the couch after nap-time, cuddled up with your toddler to watch yourselves on TV.