A New Kind of Mother's Day

With help, the boys each completed a Picture List of things I Love About Mommy.

Their lists included, "I like when you take me to the beach," and "I like when you paint your nails blue and black." (I have never done either of these things. Nonetheless, these items made it on the list.)

They presented their gifts, hand-wrapped with no less than six feet of scotch tape.

(Any extra blogging points for featuring pictures of myself fresh out of bed?

I mean, really.)

My sweet boys. Their framed paintings.

We made it through the day. We did it.

And it only came to be with my amazing parents.... my amazing parents.

They planned the day - the flowers, the breakfast feast, the coffee, the muffins, the delectables, the framed paintings, the day of honor and celebrating.

Bonus: I got to spend the entire day with my mom. My mentor, my confidant, my lifeline, my friend. A whole day with my mom on Mother's Day.

We did it. All of us.

(Robb would have been pleased. It was his style of Mother's Day.)

Thanks, Mom and Dad.

And thank you, my invisible community,

for praying me through the weekend.

We did it.