Best. Mother's. Day. Ever.

My first Mother's Day was a whirlwind. Preston was still such a little guy, I was still getting used to him, and we were about to move from Ohio to Washington. So, Mother's Day wasn't really an 'event' yet. Although, I do remember my awesome brother-in-law getting me flowers!

Last year Jeremy surprised me with a huge, beautiful hanging basket. But I can't remember much else- please don't kill me husband! Ugh. I suck. Where has my memory gone?

Yesterday Jeremy got up at the crack of dawn and headed out to Starbucks...the dark cherry mocha was calling my name! And, as luck would have it, Preston decided to sleep in, so Jeremy and I got to sit on the front porch, ALONE, and drink our coffees. Peace and adult conversation...not the norm these days, but very welcomed!

Once Preston was up, the three of us went to a tasty brunch – in which I encountered the most amazing bread pudding with a thick, marionberry sauce. I had two helpings, and would have had more if there wasn't a human inside me taking up most of my belly room!

Then, we were off to the driving range! (YES, this was MY idea.) Preston has his own set of plastic clubs that he plays with daily in the backyard, so I thought it would be fun to take him to hit a bucket of balls at what he calls "the golf place". Preston loved it. Jeremy loved it – although he only got to hit about five balls out of forty! And I loved just hanging out as a family.

Last evening before settling into bed, Preston brought me the cutest card, a bud vase that said "I love you mom" and a bag of Ghiradelli chocolates. He's a little man after my own heart – although he doesn't know he stole it when I laid eyes on him – and same goes for his daddy!

So yesterday was pretty much perfect. Our last weekend as a family of three (the baby will be here no later than Friday) will be one memory that I won't ever forget! I love Mother's Day!