I've been so restless lately. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's recovering from surgery. Or maybe it's just my age, but regardless I decided I couldn't just stay put this weekend. So, for the first time ever, the girls and I hit the road. In all my years of being a mom I've never road tripped without Gabe. It's not that I worried I couldn't do it. I just never had the need or desire before.
The girls and I headed to Pennsylvania to go to Dutch Wonderland. We stayed in a hotel, went out to dinner, ran through the rain, and enjoyed lots of rides and laughter. It was amazing. Memories were made and we all got to be present in all of the moments.
At different times during our trip, each one of my daughters must have looked at me a half dozen times and said "you are the best mommy in the whole world" or "I'm so lucky you are my mom." I have to say that the way they love me, baffles me. I swear. I mess up all the time. I'm impatient, annoyed, hurried and frustrated with life more than I care to admit. I feel like a nag, a constant disciplinarian, a hall monitor. But they see me so differently. Or with so much more grace than I allow myself. They seem to demonstrate real love. The kind that truly is unconditional. So, to them, I would say that in fact "I am the luckiest."