This time last year I was eight weeks pregnant. Hardly anyone even knew I was pregnant, but the few who did wished me a happy Mother's Day. Someone sent me a sweet card that made me cry—but I also cringed a little. The word "mother" didn't fit. It felt like I was trying on a costume that was too big and too stiff. I didn't feel like a mother; I just felt bloated and so tired I couldn't stand up straight.
But today? My heart overflows with a love I couldn't imagine last year. This chubby, giggly little person—who was the size of a kidney bean a year ago—has made me a mother. And instead of a too-big costume, it fits like my favorite pair of soft, broken-in jeans.
What a year it's been.
Happy Mother's Day to all the mamas, most especially mine, who remains the Greatest Mom in the World for the 25th year running. Love you mostest, Mom.

I'm Leah. I love making pretty things with fabric, paper, and sometimes, pixels and fonts. These days, though, it's mostly fabric. I also love tv on dvd and sometimes I talk about my cats too much. I live in Alexandria, VA, with my husband Chris and our son Joey, who was born on Christmas Eve last year. Chris is a musician in The US Army Band "Pershing's Own", and I make
