This picture was taken around Christmas time when I was 4 years old and my sister Emma must have been about 6 months old. I think this speaks a thousand words...my poor mama looks exhausted, Emma looks adorable (she was the cutest baby) and I look like a total ham. Ha ha ha! I feel like I need to keep this picture just to look back at when Junior arrives...I just know this will be the three of us, Emilia will be a big ball of energy completely oblivious to the fact that I'm struggling to stay awake!
Ahh the life of a mom...but I am grateful for mine every single day. I never remember her for being tired (even though she did get really sick after giving birth to my sister and barely had any energy left), or for splitting her attention in two once the new baby arrived. I remember the bedtime stories, the special moments we shared and all the wonderful things she did for us to make us each feel equally loved. They say that you appreciate your mama more when you become one and that is so true.