"Of all the rights of women,
the greatest is to be a mother."
-Lin Yutang
Our mothers day was so nice. We had our usual brunch on Saturday with my mom and Billy & Suzie. We ate at Mimi's, and it was goooood! My mom and I gave eachother the same book. That seems to happen almost every year. It's the Remarkable Soul of a Woman book. (I haven't started it yet, but I'm excited to). And Sunday afternoon, we had lunch with Matt's mom and dad and sister, and (almost) all his brothers and sisters were there later to visit and give her our gift. It was a fire pit. It was cute the way they gave it to her-they gave her a box of s'more stuff first, and then brought out the fire pit. Cute and fun :)
So, Sunday morning, Matt & the kids surprised me with such sweet cards, and a beautiful jewelry box. It's one of those ones that stands up on the floor. I told Matt it reminded me of my Gramma Ruby. It has the little doors that swing open on the sides for the long necklaces. I remember Leah (my cousin) and I used to go in her room and sit in front of her jewelry box and touch all her jewelry. I don't really remember getting it out and playing with it, but we opened all the drawers and looked at her jewelry all the time. Every time I see mine in my room, it makes me smile-because of the Gramma Ruby memory, and because of the sweet man behind the gift. And because when we first saw it, the kids opened the drawers, and then ran to get their cars and hairbows to put in it :)
Matt had the camera ready to
get my surprised face...
(I really debated whether or not to put these on the blog because of the jammies, bed-head, and lack of make-up, but then I thought the memories might be more important than my appearance :) )
Chloe and Port made me some cards at school. They were the sweetest things I've ever read. They made me cry. I think about them growing up all the time, and their cards mentioned that too. It made me sad and so happy at the same time.
Portie's especially got to me since he's having a birthday. I was laying in his bed with him Thursday-ish night of last week, and we were talking about how he was having a birthday. I told him I didn't want him to be 4. Our conversation went something like this...
Port: I have to be "foe-ih."
Me: Why???
Port: Because I'm gwoin' up!!
Me: ohhh. (a sad "ohhh)
Port: But you can still hold me when I'm 4.
Me: I can?!!?
Port: Yep! But you can't hold me when I'm as big as Da.
Sad, but true. It made me think of that book Love You Forever. That'd be me-if you've read the book, you know what I mean.
I love all my babies so much. I'm thankful every day for them, and for being so blessed as to be their mother. I hope I'm doing a good job. I hope they grow up with happy childhood memories. I know I'm not perfect, but I'm doing my best, and I hope they know that. I hope they know that no matter what, their mom loves them and their dad more that anyone and anything in the whole world.
I'm thankful to Matt for making me a Mamma. He makes me feel special and important. I'm glad I get to be with my babies as much as I do, and that's thanks to him too. He and the kids made mothers day so special. I'm thankful to my own mom. She's a great example of strength. She had a tough job, and accomplished a lot for us and herself. I'm thankful for Matt's mom. She's such a great example and so accepting of everybody, and she's lots of fun :)
My mothers day was perfect. I felt lucky.
:)
