Since I decided that posting my usual frantic schedule on Sunday mornings was just a little TMI (too much information), suffice it to say that my Sundays are usually pretty hectic. Hectic in a good way, but still. I really do thrive on what I'm privileged to do every week, but sometimes it's soooooo nice to have a day off (or at least half a day). Today my sweet, precious, lovable husband got up, got my sweet precious lovable son up, and took him to church with him. At the crack of dawn. When I don't have to be there until three hours after my husband does, I sleep in and take kiddo with me, dealing with the normal 8 year old stuff like "I don't want to wear those jeeeeans! I want to wear my camo!" and "I've already fixed my hair!" This morning, however, I didn't have to do that. Of course, this would be the day I can't go back to sleep. Figures.
So began my extremely relaxing Mother's Day. Anything that had to do with getting my son where he was supposed to go, or picking him up, or dressing him, or anything, my husband did. This may not seem like a big deal to most of you, but to me it meant so much. My husband is the head sound technician and his schedule on Sunday mornings is much more hectic than mine. Knowing he was doing all that he was doing this morning all because he wanted to spoil me means so much to me. Of course, he spoils me all the time. A girl can get used to it.
After eating out with some friends and laughing our heads off during lunch, we came home and my men gave me my gifts. I cried when I opened my gift from my sweet little boy.
It's called Mother and Son and it's a Willow Tree figurine. I love it. It reminds me that he's not all whine and cheese. Sometimes he'll just come up to me and lean against me and say "I love you, Momma. You're the best Momma in the world." This, usually after we've had one of our knock-down-drag-out discussions over Math. Sniff. Sniff sniff.
My wonderful husband gave me a little purse-sized NLT Bible. I've wanted a smaller Bible I could just tuck in my already-stuffed-to-the-hilt bag. It's burgundy and "light tan" (you people have GOT to watch Nacho Libre. A hundred times, like me, so little things like "My favorite color is light tan..." make you laugh till diet coke comes out your nose).
It's been a good day. Sundays are my favorite day of the week anyway, but when I get spoiled absolutely rotten on my favorite day? Makes it more favoriter. And I can say that because it's still Mother's Day and I can do what I want.
And since my sister threatened me with bodily harm if I posted a picture without her approval, my foreshadowing in yesterday's post will have to go unrequited. Because even though I'm taller and weigh more than she does, she's still older and has more insurance (name that movie). Can I say "unrequited" with a word like "foreshadowing?" Well, I did, because it's still Mother's Day and, well, you know.