Now we're talking

I will spare everyone my schmoopy thoughts about Mothers' Day.....not because I'm not feeling schmoopy, but because I'm actually at a loss for words (me? oh yes) when it comes to articulating what this day means to me. The Mr. handed me the homemade card that the Chicklette made for me at daycare (unaided, I'm sure, because she is a baby genius) on Friday and I've been speechless ever since.

But, I can talk about the totally shallow reasons why this weekend has rocked. Let me count the ways:

1. 90 minute massage.

2. Saturday girls night out, with adult beverages.

3. Upcoming dinner at my favorite restaurant.

4. Chicklette sleeping 'til 9 and letting mom sleep off her mild hangover (and -- bonus -- snuggle in bed with Dad for the first time in months).

Wishing everyone reading a day of peace and contentment, wherever you are in the journey.