Mother's Day

One of the best things about Mother's Day is hearing the sweet voices say Happy Mother's Day!

The next best thing is seeing Jim herd them around the house cleaning up in order to avoid my usual "Sunday Snit" when I realize that the house is a complete disaster, Monday is looming, and everyone else in the family seems to be lounging around relaxing. Cleaning up was the best present ever.

In preschool Natalie made a very cute picture frame with her thumbprints decorating it. It was lovely, but I loved even more the picture she drew on Sunday for me. She didn't say it was me, but she said it was "a girl holding up a cloud" and I figure that is pretty darn close to a mother's job. Except maybe the cloud is actually more like a planet for a mother...but in any case, it was a wonderful image.

Owen just loves celebrations of any kind, so I heard Happy Mother's Day from him about a thousand times. And first thing in the morning he climbed into bed next to me and snuggled right under my arm and gave the sweetest smile when he said it. It doesn't even detract from the sweetness by knowing that he wished every single person at soccer on Saturday the same thing, repeatedly. Every mother or grandmother at the soccer game thought he was extra sweet, I'm sure. The fathers were probably just confused. He is already preparing for Father's Day now. I think he's told Jim Happy Father's Day a few times already.