My Happy Mother's Day
I had THE best Mother's Day ever. May I just brag for a minute or 8? My husband is THE MAN. I may have mentioned this before, but it doesn't hurt to repeat things. That way you can get it through your thick skull.
The morning started off with a sweet song from Hunter. "Good morning. Good morning. You slept the whole night through. Good morning. Good morning to you!" As he was singing this he gave me some paper daffodils he had made at school. Then he let me sleep a bit longer. I got up not long after that to get Layna out of bed, and as I was opening my bedroom door, I ran into Corrine who presented me with her gift. A paper plate colored pink and made into a paper flower hanging basket. Adorable! It is now hanging in my kitchen.
Michael offered to make breakfast for us gals. (My friend Crystal came to stay for the weekend, remember?) Watching him make breakfast was a treat in and of itself. He was listening to his iPOD and dancing while cooking. It was hot. While we were waiting for breakfast, Hunter had another gift to give me, so he told me to close my eyes and pretend I was in the ocean. "Listen to the waves and pretend that when you open your eyes you see a huge squid." When I opened my eyes, I saw a huge squid that looked surprisingly like a paper windsock. But I could be mistaken. I frequently am.
It had a picture he had drawn of me on there, with a great and very accurate poem about me.
(I especially love that he recognized how intelligent and honest I am when I ruin his forts.)
When breakfast was ready, Michael insisted that we eat first and in peace. So he made a picnic for the kids in the other room and allowed us a few moments of silence made awkward because what do you say to someone without a child interrupting and asking for food, drink, potty help, or a cuddle? The food was to die for delishous, and Michael even joined us for some adult gossip. Not long after, the babies were ready for naps, so we put them to bed and enjoyed some more blissful peace time just talking. (When I say "we" I am including Michael here, because he is the whole right side of my body. Remember how I said I could do without my left arm? Well, I can't do without the right side of my body, thus the whole relating my spouse to a section of my being.) When the babies woke up, we (and by this, I mean Michael alone) gathered up the dog, the Honda 50, the stroller, the kids, the diaper bags, our bows and targets, and loaded them into the truck. We drove over to a neighboring ranch and unloaded it all, and spent at least 2 or 3 fun filled hours there. We shot bows, rode the 50, let the babies eat sheep poo poo and went for hikes. So much fun.
When we returned home, Michael again spoiled us by making fried perch for dinner. If you haven't guessed already, Michael is an amazing chef. He danced for us once more and it was amazing. Dude's got moves. The day ended with us munching on some chocolate toffee hazelnuts from Blue Diamond Hazelnuts. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day. And to all my mothers out there, young and younger, I love you. I recognize your friendship and love. I admire you. I applaud you. And I miss you.
The morning started off with a sweet song from Hunter. "Good morning. Good morning. You slept the whole night through. Good morning. Good morning to you!" As he was singing this he gave me some paper daffodils he had made at school. Then he let me sleep a bit longer. I got up not long after that to get Layna out of bed, and as I was opening my bedroom door, I ran into Corrine who presented me with her gift. A paper plate colored pink and made into a paper flower hanging basket. Adorable! It is now hanging in my kitchen.
Michael offered to make breakfast for us gals. (My friend Crystal came to stay for the weekend, remember?) Watching him make breakfast was a treat in and of itself. He was listening to his iPOD and dancing while cooking. It was hot. While we were waiting for breakfast, Hunter had another gift to give me, so he told me to close my eyes and pretend I was in the ocean. "Listen to the waves and pretend that when you open your eyes you see a huge squid." When I opened my eyes, I saw a huge squid that looked surprisingly like a paper windsock. But I could be mistaken. I frequently am.It had a picture he had drawn of me on there, with a great and very accurate poem about me.
(I especially love that he recognized how intelligent and honest I am when I ruin his forts.)When breakfast was ready, Michael insisted that we eat first and in peace. So he made a picnic for the kids in the other room and allowed us a few moments of silence made awkward because what do you say to someone without a child interrupting and asking for food, drink, potty help, or a cuddle? The food was to die for delishous, and Michael even joined us for some adult gossip. Not long after, the babies were ready for naps, so we put them to bed and enjoyed some more blissful peace time just talking. (When I say "we" I am including Michael here, because he is the whole right side of my body. Remember how I said I could do without my left arm? Well, I can't do without the right side of my body, thus the whole relating my spouse to a section of my being.) When the babies woke up, we (and by this, I mean Michael alone) gathered up the dog, the Honda 50, the stroller, the kids, the diaper bags, our bows and targets, and loaded them into the truck. We drove over to a neighboring ranch and unloaded it all, and spent at least 2 or 3 fun filled hours there. We shot bows, rode the 50, let the babies eat sheep poo poo and went for hikes. So much fun.
When we returned home, Michael again spoiled us by making fried perch for dinner. If you haven't guessed already, Michael is an amazing chef. He danced for us once more and it was amazing. Dude's got moves. The day ended with us munching on some chocolate toffee hazelnuts from Blue Diamond Hazelnuts. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day. And to all my mothers out there, young and younger, I love you. I recognize your friendship and love. I admire you. I applaud you. And I miss you.
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