I've been dreading Mother's Day.
Preparing myself for the worst. I never know how I'm going to react.
It's a lonely holiday for me.
But with amazing friends, and the sweetest, most understanding husband a girl could ever ask for . . . I think I'm going to be okay. It's not so lonely anymore. I realise that I have a support system. And that I too am a piece of a support system for others.
So I will try to celebrate what pieces of Mother's Day I do have.
Like this . . .
I may not have given birth to her, but she's still my baby.