Ryan approaches Mother’s Day with reverential fervor. He booked a J. Crew personal shopper on my first Mother’s Day when Hudson was just a few weeks old and none of my clothes fit. He once learned how to edit together a reel of home videos complete with narrated voiceover. This year our poor Hudson bear woke up with a fever no amount of Tylenol or lukewarm baths could break. He refused to eat even his very favorite food – roasted sweet potatoes. With the pediatrician’s office closed on Sundays, we hopped in the car and headed for Phoenix Children’s Hospital. Before long we were snuggling together on a reclining pediatric exam chair. We watched The Little Mermaid on a small television hanging in the corner of our tiny room, and at long last, the fever broke, but not before Hudson requested the nurse switch the movie to something less scary. A fluorescent orange popsicle, a strep diagnosis, and a shiny new Hot Wheels car later, we headed home for more rest. I love the in-home massages and earnestly presented finger paint art projects, but today was pretty special too.