Looking at you, when you're not looking at me

I had a relaxed Mother's Day. No running around like a crazy woman. Like a few of my recent days. And like most of my other Mother's Days. It was just what I wanted, exactly what I needed.

There was a big breakfast at home, a nap during the day, cuddles in the bed, tickling and laughter, giggles and baby babble, surprise roses and my husband's always-perfect roast for dinner.

It was my first Mother's Day with my littlest girl. And I spent a lot of today, just watching her - her smiles at her big sister, her 'dada' squeals at her father, her concentration as she willed her body to reach reach reach for her sister's toy blocks, her look of surprise as she rolled over when she reached that little too far.

I spent a lot of today just cherishing my two little girls from near and afar. And looking at them when they weren't looking at me.

I was a little in awe at their beauty, their love, their happiness, their soft skin, their giggles, their touch. And I kept thinking, "Wow, they're ours".

I tried to explain this to my husband, but he didn't need to talk or think about it, he just gets it.

Today looking at them when they weren't looking at me left me a little breathless. Breathless, and in awe, and in gratitude. Because these two little girls make my days {and sometimes break them too}, they've showed me a pure love {I didn't know existed}, and they challenge me to be a better me {every single day}.

Elisa xx