Last year, for Mother’s Day, I was wondering if my marriage was worth it. My husband was cheating and putting hands on me, and I had just miscarried the month before. I asked if we could still celebrate and he told me I could celebrate when I could actually carry to term, and it broke my heart.

I filed for divorce shortly later, found out I had endometriosis and some other health conditions that make it harder to conceive, and a bunch of other bs, I talked about it in my last post. But in December I met my sweet sweet boyfriend.

I made a joke last week about celebrating because he calls me momma whenever we talk to the dogs & this man took it seriously.

I got back from church and he got back from the gym, asked me to grab something from his truck, and these were on the seat

I said thanked him and what not, and started packing his dinner (he works swings and weekends). As I’m putting the rice and chicken in a tupaware, he asks “so what do you wanna do for the rest of the day?”

I respond with “oh I was just gonna vacuum and mop and finish laundry, nothing too crazy”

He asks if WE can go to the pool at the resort down the road and tells me he took the day off to celebrate all I do for him and the boys.

He knows all the dirty details of my past, and he puts up with my worst, but man he treats me like a queen.

(Our fur babies for reference)

He also surprised me and made dinner plans with my parents. Helped my dad cook and everything (‘: an angel.