So, my Mother' s Day didn't go exactly as I'd planned it. I woke up with a bit of a stomach ache, which is always fun. We didn't get ready in time to make it to church, and I was really looking forward to going as a family. The weather, that has been beautiful all week, took a turn to the wet and dreary. This pretty much made any outdoor activity impossible with two small children. And Chloe decided to wake up in a very cranky mood. Sigh.
But then, something started to happen. Chloe gave me the cutest Mother's Day Card. It had flowers and ladybugs on it, and she had scribbled all over it. Brandon had taught her to say "Happy Mother's Day". Music to my ears. My card from Brandon was equally as endearing...he always knows exactly what to say to turn me into a big pile of mush. He whipped me up a cinnamon bagel and butter for breakfast, which was about all my stomach could handle. We spent the morning watching Jonah smile and coo. My friend Lindsey surprised me by stopping by the house and bringing me flowers. It was so thoughtful of her, especially considering how busy she is right now. I put them up right next to the beautiful roses Brandon brought home for me last night. I got to finish my latest crochet project, and watch whatever I wanted on TV. That ended up being Little Women. I'd forgotten how much I love that movie, and that book. I need to read it again. Brandon watched Jonah so I could go to bed, catch up on my current book (New Moon), and take an afternoon nap. My stomach finally started feeling better. And now, I've just come in from the patio where I was watching Chloe run gleefully all over the back yard, while Brandon is grilling me a New York strip steak and some super jumbo shrimp. Jonah is sleeping peacefully in his swing, and somehow I can't help but thinking...this is the life.
So, no. My Mother's Day didn't go exactly as I planned. The best ones never do.
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