Today was a nice, relaxing day – mostly because Mark let me sleep in until 9am. Oh the luxury. We went to church and then we went to Habana’s restaurant – a Cuban joint at a place called the Anti-Mall. It’s safe to say that Habana’s is about the last place most people would choose for a Mother’s Day lunch – they blare ambient techno, the servers seem perpetually annoyed by children, and it’s typically full of college-aged hipsters who are taking a break from trying on clothes at the adjacent Urban Outfitters. But I love it, and five years ago when we were still a childless couple, I chose it for that very reason.
Let me repeat that. Five years ago, I had no children. To borrow a phrase from Tara, somewhere along the line, things got seriously out of control.
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention my thanfkulness today for my own mom, for Nancy, my amazing mother-in-law, and for the foster mom and nannies who loved on my boys before they joined our family. And, of course, the first mothers who gave them life.
