My mothering day.

This month is so sentimental to me: It's a month full of birthdays. The birthday of my two Irish twins (Yep...12 months apart, baby!) and my Mothering Birthday. I had never really ever thought of it this way: my eldest daughter's birthday is really my day too: the day I became a Mom. And this month it'll be 5 years of mothering. Wow. FIVE. Sometimes it seems like a lot, and other days....I it is just the beginning.

5 years ago:

I was in the middle of my first birth.

I held my first baby.

I felt her soft scalp and understood why they call newborn's hair "velvet"

I found my true calling.

I cried my first tears of joy after a long wait of trying to conceive.

I became amazed at how natural it felt to care for and be responsible for this fresh new soul straight from Heaven.

I felt more heroic then ever before: I gave birth!! My body is incredible and made to do that!

I learned what all parents say they are amazed with: the instant love you have for your child

I gained a love for my husband I'd never known.

I learned a new meaning of 'tired'

It was the beginning of life as I know it. And I love it.

(And I have to comment on this photo walking towards the door: How did I open my own door in those days? Mother's of twins and Irish twins can appreciate those kinds of minor details!)

For more baby love, check out this new favorite movie trailer of mine. Completely awesome.