Dare I say it?
This year's Mother's Day was the BEST EVER.
There, I dared.
I love being a mama.
Blake captured some really great faces of the kids that morning. I don't know if that was intentional, given that we wouldn't be celebrating Mother's Day in our home without them, but I thought it was sweet.
She thinks she's smiling. Of course, my smile in this photo is none-too-genuine either, so I guess I'd better work on that first.
This, though, this is 100% bona fide genuine Trey.
Love it.
And this is all Bryce, too.
Love it.
Love her.
The kids made me some really cute gifts and cards. That's a hand print stem with thumb print flowers. How cute is that?!
He refused to have his hands dipped in paint to make my gift during nursery at church, but I'll keep that messy smiling face anyway.
I love how excited they get to give me their creations.
A running belt so I can start logging some longer miles now that I have at last found
the PERFECT shoes. Which I received early because I'm spoiled.
I (sometimes) love that my kids are growing up. It's fun to see what they think is funny and clever. And that it's not all that different from what I once thought was funny and clever.
If you really want a fun afternoon, go back through the blog and track Trey's sheet. Remember that it once started out as a queen-size sheet. See what it looked like in May? You should see it now...
Cute picture frame made by Kayli.
Tasty quiche (one of two) made by my sweet Blake. I'm so proud of his skills!
Most of my cards and pictures.
All morning the kids kept hounding Blake with whispered questions and pestering. I had already opened my gifts (all of which I previously knew about because I picked them out), breakfast was served and delicious, love had been shared, and I could not figure out what could possibly be left undone.
And then Blake relented and gave me this:
And I burst into tears. That's never happened before.
But, this is one of the most special things to me in the whole wide world. It was my grandma's. When I got it after her death, it was in kind of sad shape. It was a broken locket, tarnished, on a broken chain. But, I loved it and cherished the way it reminded me of her.
Blake took it to a local jeweler and had it fixed up. Polished and replaced the chain. And we found out (as is frequently the case with things belonging to my grandma) that it was even nicer than I knew. I wish I had her here to ask her for the stories behind so many of her possessions.
And mostly, just to hug her and see her again.
So, you can see, this was one of the most amazing Mother's Day gifts Blake could give me. And I wear it every chance I get.
And it makes me happy.
This made me happy, too. But in a different way. It came at the end of a tasty dinner, all prepared by Blake.
He's pretty amazing.
So, this Mother's Day came with lots of love, fun, and none of the frequently-present guilt. That was really nice.
We talked briefly with our own mothers, for whom we are always grateful. They are both amazing women, clearly skilled in raising amazing children, and make the best grandmas we could ever wish for our children!
But the conversations were brief because we had a busy evening. More on that to come!