It's kind of a strange feeling. I am sitting alone in my living room on Mother's day. Mike is sleeping, the dogs are out, and Bennett is at his Aunt's house. I miss my baby. As I got home last night I was overwhelmed by happiness. My house is a disaster but I couldn't help but smile when I walked in and saw Bennett's toys everywhere. I am glad that I have a home full of toys and that it's hardly clean. I'm glad that I get to be a child again through my son's eyes. I love watching him light up when he sees bubbles floating in the air or hear his laugh when he squirts water on me in the bathtub. He's my little man and I cannot imagine a world where he doesn't exist. So, in turn...Happy Mother's Day. I've got to go get my baby!