Mother's Day.

At 6 this morning, I heard a little voice say, "Hi, Mama" and I stumbled to his bedroom door. I picked him up and brought him back to bed with me where he promptly fell back asleep with me until 8.

Noticed that the sun is shining.

Shortly after 8, the phone rang and I answered and heard T's voice say, "Happy Mother's Day! I love you."

Sometimes I feel like I am the broomstick riding stepmother in T's life. And while he'd already given me a plant and card he'd made for me, this phone call really made my morning. Perhaps it wasn't even his idea to call, but his words and thoughts made me smile.

M, got on the phone next, with a whole lot of jibberish to share.

Decided at the last minute as we were about to walk out the door that we were going to skip church today. Went to Lowes instead and got some flowers and hanging baskets.

Picked up a coffee and visited J's mom and dad.

From there we went to my dad's. Shared lunch. Shared laughs as I chased H around the yard and chatted with my dad's neighbors, while my dad and J did the dirty work.

They think I try to get out of these chores.

They're kind of right.

Visited the cemetery with my little sister and dad.

Paused.

But yet found a reason to walk away laughing.

Stumbled across this picture saved on my computer.

Mumsy and H.

One of my favorites.

Made me think.

I do believe that babies are sent from heaven above and since I know my mom loves babies, (especially her grandbabies) I think she's having a blast getting to know a little one we'll all meet come fall/winter.

Had a lot of feelings about today, but it turned out ok.

And I feel like I can actually say, Happy Mother's Day.