On the first ever Mother’s Day I had as a mom, my husband set a pretty high bar. We’re not much for giving big gifts to each other, but we do make small, meaningful gestures and get a little crafty when the time calls for craftiness. Naturally, when I was allowed to sleep in until the luxurious-to-a-new-mom hour of 8am or so, I was bowled over with love and laughter to see this sitting in the living room for me:
Don’t worry: that’s infant-safe tape adhering the flower to his hand. At least that’s what my husband told me…
I look at this picture every few weeks and laugh-cry at how sweet my husband and son are.
Now, four years later, we are veterans of all the holidays-you-do-with-a-kid. I don’t expect too much.
But this weekend I was pleasantly surprised when my son crawled into bed with me – at the ever-so-luxurious-to-a-mom-of-a-four-year-old hour of 7 am – told me “Happy Mother’s Day,” handed me my phone, and told me to check my email. I found a link to this, my “card” for the day:
My favorite part is when he throws the mulch at me. True life, you guys.
Sunday was a beautiful day. It’s always nice to spend time to reflect on being thankful for my kid, my own amazing mother, and all the moms who help make your and my life brighter.
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