Mothers Day was beyond beautiful for me.
Sullivan brought home a ceramic pot that he painted and with the assistance of his preschool teachers, stuck three homemade suckers in the center of the little pot with tiny blades of "pretend grass," according to him.
Jackson made me a beautiful picture frame out of Popsicle sticks and tiny puzzle pieces.
In the center of the magnetic picture frame was a picture of him dressed up in his dad's suit for their tea party that his Kindergarten class hosted a few weeks ago. On the back of the picture frame was the date along with a darling phrase: "I love you to pieces."
Benjamin slept in-perfect gift if you ask me.
BDD saving my best forever last, even with his gank foot in that over sized boot, he prepared with the help of his little chefs, breakfast in bed for me-------------------and lunch too-----------with a beautiful card that I graciously thanked him for, and handheld weights, because that's what I asked for. Along with the card and in bed specials, a gift certificate came with it for a manicure and spa pedicure at a local salon, whenever I'd like to go. In addition, I was given the option to stay in bed the entire day if I wanted....
.....and so I did, until 2 in the afternoon. In my peaceful zen bedroom with no noise but the background of the wind blowing through our open bedroom windows. It was a rather blustery day due to nasty rain and wind, but to me it felt as though I were laying near the coast of a gulf somewhere, and the waves were crashing into the sand-that's how it sounded and that's how I pictured it. So I laid in bed with a book that I've been reading on occasion, and managed to finish it, with my darling quiet time that my husband gave to me-the best gift of all.
We finished the day at my parents with all my siblings but one-due to football-and included in the fun mixture were my little niece and nephews. We had a delicious meal that my mom wanted to prepare for everyone, and there was fun chatter moving throughout the rooms in my parents home, I was sad to see it end. But it didn't end there, because even after the ice cream cake that we delved into at my parents home, after we said our goodbyes to my family, we took the boys to Cold Stone Creamery for more ice cream, because it was what I had promised them earlier in the day. Plus, Bdd was interested in a mixture of some cold stone high qualities.
The only question???? that came out of our mothers day venture is this; 'does it really matter if you call something you'd pour on top of a potato salad mixture sauce or dressing?
I felt bad for my mom because of that. Here she prepares this lovely meal because that's what she wanted to do on mothers day, make a meal for everyone else, and then a female family member has to get a bit, well, saucy with her.
No worries though as every family has their dysfunction. The trick is to recognize it and treat it like you would a boil-well, I'll stop while I'm ahead.
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I hope all of you had a marvelous Mothers day