a little, but just day of, during the hype. not overall
But Mother's Day, that's a different story.
It's the idea of never having kids that breaks my heart more than anything. That is what I mainly have to bring before the Lord on a far-too-regular basis.
|joanna and toby|
Right now, I have all of my friends kids to help fill that void.
They are hilarious and sweet and crazy and fun.
They call me Aunt Kenni, and get mad at me on Sunday's when they are cranky and I demand hugs
They give me sloppy kisses, color pictures that are all over my cubicle wall at work
They punch me in the boob when I am staying overnight and trying to give them cough medicine at 11pm
They invite me to their birthday parties
|bob, sara and jakob dylan|
They throw tantrums for me, try to tell me they ARE allowed to drink my coffee at church and run away from me when i try to take them to Sunday school
They spit up all over me, including in my hair.
They cry for 2 hours straight when I am their first babysitter ever
I am overwhelmed by the joy of having these crazies in my life
i look forward to celebrating mother's day at some point.
until then, i'll happily play aunt to these nuggets.