Mother's Day Memories

I had such a nice Mother's Day. After church, we took pictures, had lunch and I took an afternoon nap. My gifts were as sweet and as individual as my children. (In case you are confused, we took photos in front of our neighbor's house. Her flowers are blooming and mine are not. Besides, it shows off her porch so nicely and we live with porch envy.)

From Andrew: I got a video presentation of his speech. He had to write about an influential person. He picked me. It was filled with his thoughts about how I influence him and his life. Of course, I cried.

From Nathan: At first, I got tears because he didn't make a video and he felt a video was a better gift than his. We had trouble making him understand that each gift is precious to me and none are better than others. I told him the thing moms want most of all is a kiss and a hug and "Happy Mother's Day---I love you." After putting everyone to bed, he came running out of his room in tears again to hug me and say, "Happy Mother's Day, I love you, Mom."

I didn't get my physical gift from him until Tuesday. At school, the teacher printed up a slightly different version of the Hand print Poem and had his precious hand prints on it. She also added a picture of his beautiful face and sweet smile. It's so precious to me, just as special as Nathan himself...of course, I cried.

From Rebekah: She (with Dad's help) picked flowers from the neighbor's lilac bush and gave them to me. After her nap (and mine), she practiced until she could run up to me and say, "Mommy, Happy Muvers Day." (Mother is tough to say when you're 2.) Of course, I cried.

It was a quiet day at home. Nice.

Here's Rebekah's Photos of Mom & Dad. She's a brain surgeon in the making...don't you agree?