My first Mother's Day was lovely.
My amazing men and I spent the afternoon at the Getty.
We enjoyed lunch in the cafe, eating at a leisurely pace.
My husband and I reflected on the past year while my son alternated eating his finger foods and dropping them onto the cover of his stroller.
On previous visits my husband and I meandered along the garden walk.
For this visit, my son's first, we raced around the sculptures and stretched out on the grass.
In the Expressionist Wing, I viewed the familiar masterpieces as a parent. For my son's wide watchful eyes, I pointed out boats, dogs, and children in the paintings.
Spending time with my family. Each of us happy and healthy. I couldn't have asked for a better day.
