I had a wonderful Mother’s Day yesterday.
I was awoken 15 minutes prior to my alarm going off by my sweet 6 year old girl saying, “Mom… Mom… you need to wake up. It’s Mother’s Day.”
And I sweetly replied, “Go back to bed.”
Which she did.
Because it was Mother’s Day.
When my alarm went off and it was inevitable that I was going to have to get up, I went out to the hallway and yelled, “Time to get up and get ready for church!”
Then I collapsed back in my bed for just a few more minutes of shut eye.
Around the house I heard little feet scampering. And before too long three little people that strangely looked like they belonged to me stood before me with handmade gifts of love.
Precious. Just precious.
I sat up, wiped the sleepiness from my eyes and “Oo’d” and “Aww’d” over each special gift. And then I realized…
And I am going to be so sad. So, so, SO sad when these handmade gifts end. Especially ones like this one…
His train of thought is endearing, isn’t it? “Some people don’t like their moms…. But I do… *sigh*… So, I love you.”
Made me laugh.
After opening my presents, I was told to stay in bed. You know, for the annual don’t-get-out-of-bed-we-are-making-a-mess-in-the-kitchen-for-you-to-clean-up-later event?
I would like to point out a few things on this breakfast tray.
1. I like peanut butter on my toast. But note: there was the thinnest spread of peanut butter you have EVER seen on those pieces of toast.
2. They put my favorite breakfast drink — chocolate soy milk — in a “to go” coffee cup. But this proved to be helpful in preventing spills when they jumped on the bed.
3. Notice the Fiber One granola bar on the tray. Isn’t it so sweet my children are concerned about my fiber intake?
After my *delicious* breakfast we stumbled out the door to church. Where we did something I LOVED…
Instead of giving the ladies in our church a cheesy Mother’s Day gift that no one uses anyway, we decided to keep with our “Year of Compassion” theme and give back to other Mom’s in a time of crisis.
Yup. LOVED that.
Oh, and also at church I had a “holy moment.”
Not that people wear hose to our church. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one. And I only do it to prevent people from going blind by the bright white that radiates from my legs year round.
Oh, and for the control top. Lord knows I need something to control my jiggles.
After church we had a really nice lunch at Ruby Tuesdays followed by getting our garden ready for planting.
Well, SOME people got our garden ready for planting…
It was loverly.
Then we had dessert for dinner.
Which was even more loverly.
And despite my family’s horrendous disease…
I still enjoy being their Mom.
(Most of the time.)
How was your Mother’s Day?