Foot massage

Tom gives me a foot massage pretty much everyday. I love it. I must I think it contributes to my inability to stay awake after 10pm...ok sometimes 9pm, but I just love it. I feel like there is something missing from my evening wind down process if I go with my foot massage.

And, to top it off, he never asks for anything in return. Well, he has made several attempts to put his own feet in my general vicinity, but we both know that is not in the cards. I hate feet.

A day for firsts

It seems appropriate that my first blog be on my first mother's day. Ben is six months old now and he is the reason I was able to celebrate this day. Only 6 months of being in my life and he is the most important thing in my world. That was something that happened on day one. This is not to say I do not love my husband. That is a fact I could never dispute. But my love for Ben is all encompassing. When I tried to explain it to one of my non-mother friends, I couldn't even begin to describe the love. After contemplating it now, I guess I would just tell her it is warm and it is sweet....and the rest she will figure out when she has her own children.

Anyway, I am not in the mood to be all cheesy and mushy about being a mom. I just want to use this space to pretend that I have something interesting to get off my mind.