Friday, May 16, 2014

The Good Life

My Mother's Day was not what I had planned.  I was supposed to be out of town on a church retreat with my husband, children, and many good friends.  It was to be a restorative, memorable, and downright fun weekend.  But John had insanely high fevers all week that subsided only to turn into a barking cough.  The poor child needed to stay home.  I convinced my ever-ready-to-sacrifice-anything-and-everything-for-my-happiness husband to take Kira on the retreat and have an amazing time while I stayed home with the 2 boys.  (No point in taking the 17-month-old out of town if one of us is staying home.)  And I have to say that it has been a wonderful weekend - possibly even restorative.  I woke up on Mother's Day to these 2 shining faces...
I got to wander around my rain-drenched yard and cut flowers for my own amazing, inspiring, loving, and wise mother.  And just look at those chubby hands infringing on my picture.  The picture may not have been exactly what I thought I wanted, but it's surely better this way.  Such is life.
Full disclosure: I wrote this sentimental post on Mother's Day but did not publish it.  My typing was interrupted by Simon breaking my glasses and spilling a jar of flowers.  By the time I got back to the computer, I was in a much less sanguine state of mind.  Simon was not the culprit at that point as much as his big brother.  3-year-olds can have that effect on you.  As their mood waxes and wanes, it's easy to follow right along behind them.  Days later, I have regained perspective and am coming back to post these Mother's Day reflections.

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