Belated Mother's Day

It's 7am on Monday morning, and my house is quiet with my babes sleeping in their beds, but I missed the big day yesterday. Squeeker has been on a growth spurt for two weeks now, and has adjusted to a must-eat diet every few, and I mean few, hours. Back in the good ol' days, between one and two weeks old, she would marathon sleep during the nights and I would wake up rested after sometimes six-hour stretches. I should have known it was too good to last.

So now I'm back to the drawing board, to finish what I started two days ago: a Mother's Day post. Between the feeling of constantly being pinned down on the couch under a happily eating baby, and my general drain of intelligent thought, writing an entire blog entry from start to finish has become evasive.

So I'll just cut to the chase: Happy Mother's Day!

Moms, it was a beautiful, beautiful thing to have both of you here at the time of Giovanna's birth. Watching you adore her, and kiss her, and snuggle her made us realize that this is a legacy of years of practice, and when we were that small, we were privy to that same kind of love. And it has shaped us into who we are today.

And that's a lot to be thankful for.

My mom Vicky (Victoria), Gigi's namesake.

Marcos' mom Vitória, also Gigi's namesake.

If our little girl grows into a woman half as amazing as our mothers, we will consider ourselves, well, victorious...