Mama's Day and our six-year anniversary

It was a gorgeous day here in NY. We spent Mother's Day at Bourbon St. Cafe with Mom, Ashleigh et al. Had a bit of a frustrating time leaving the house because no matter how hard I try I STILL cannot leave early enough to get to places on time. I try. I really do. I got angry with myself and didn't do a good job of managing my frustration and raised my voice and so of course, my four-year-old all-knowing sage tells me (and Ken) that I need to "sit and think about my tone of voice". G-d, this parenting business ain't easy.










Then onto the NYBG to celebrate our six year anniversary, a tradition we have shared every year since we were married there. I just love love love going back there. It reminds me that our wedding day was the best day of my life. I actually felt a little guilty telling Ava that today... thinking that even at age four she might think to say, "What do you mean your WEDDING day was the best day of your life? What about the day I was born?!" Fortunately, she didn't. But even down the road I don't think I'll be able to lie to her about that one. I feel like that author Ayelet something-or-other that everyone took a wild hate to when she said something about loving her husband more than her kids (I'm totally paraphrasing... but it was something along those lines), and that is NOT what I'm saying here, but to be clear... when else but your wedding day (or any other massive celebration for oneself) do you get to dress up in a beautiful gown, be surrounded by everyone on the planet that you love and make such a declaration? Suffice it to say, I wasn't at my best in the hospital during my deliveries. With Ava they practically had to handcuff me to the bed since I was so ill-prepared to have a baby (one month early) and with Ryan I was so sick I barely remember it! (I'm admittedly going into detail here so that when they both read this in 15 years they won't be angry with me for saying that their actual birthdays weren't the best of my life).





Highlight (and subsequent low-light) of the day: laying in the tall grass at the gardens raising both kids high up into the air and hearing their giggles. (Low-light part was when I laid down in a pile of animal poop. No, seriously. Right in the middle of my back.) And while it was a fabulous bicep workout mostly it was a moment in time I hope to always have at the forefront of my mind. Pure bliss.