You were in Alex’s arms, laughing as he carried you downstairs. It was Mother’s Day today, so him and your young 3 year old made you breakfast, decorated the living room like they were having a party, and then got you a LOT of gifts. Gift bags and wrapped up boxes sat on the couch, piled up. When you saw them your mouth dropped slightly. “Happy Mother’s Day baby.” Alex whispered to you, smiling softly as he kissed your cheek. Your three year old playing with her toys on the ground.