It was a day like so many others –
spilling over with smiles.
Your beaming grin
lit up the morning
(the loveliest way for the day to begin).
A day of holding you close,
stealing kisses while you laugh
as you bounce upon my knee,
and watching as you
watch the world around you,
wondering what you see.
It was a day spent in the arms of your family,
where your smiles were flung at everyone like confetti.
We walked along the snow-speckled river,
blinking at the drooping afternoon sun,
and talked over cups of steaming tea
about how much you’ve grown.
The hours woven together
in no extraordinary way
but how very special it was to me –
my first mother’s day.