So, I have a secret.
For Mother's Day, James got me a beautiful lilac bush. For a while, I'd been telling him that someday I wanted one. I meant someday when we have a house with an actual yard, but he took me up on the offer a few years sooner. It's beautiful. And Rigby "got" me some chocolates and a huge card that he scribbled in. It was awesome.
That's not my secret, though.
My secret is that honestly, in my heart of hearts, I feel a little guilty getting presents. Because being a mom has brought the most joy and fulfillment into my heart that I have ever known. Seems a little unfair that I should get a holiday and presents on top of that, don't you think?
But like I said, don't tell James.
I still like the presents :)
