Mother’s Day.
I love the breakfast in bed, cards, homemade gifts, the
whole nine yards to be brought to me as I (pretend to) relax.
Deep down I’m thinking, who needs help getting ready for
church?
Did I buy the right things for them to make for breakfast?
But, at the end of the day they are older and more capable
now than in years past and I love waiting on them to come in my room excitedly
with the things they made me.
(this year getting the suburban that fit us all was a dream beyond my wildest dreams)
I am blessed to be their Mother and I love every minute of
it!
Motherhood is what brings me joy.
I love being a wife and mother above all other things in my
life.
The men in the ward (church) took over all our callings and assignments and brought us the yummiest desserts on real china, it was fabulous! I was impressed!
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