Happy Mother’s Day, past.
I wish I had a (good) recent picture of me with all three of my children – but miracles are in short supply these days. But I like this one, and all the ones that go with it, because when I look at them I just see me as Mommy-Happy.
I love my life. I love my children. I love the man who has given me this happy life and made me a mother.
He got me chocolate for Mother’s Day. Dark chocolate. Made by the world’s first farmer-owned chocolate company – in Ghana. Fair trade. And incredibly delicious. It’s best if you chew it up right away and then let it melt in your mouth. Oh, glory.
And he got me a bowl/fruit bowl from the same company – made in Vietnam.
This assuages some of the residual pain from the demise of my last great Mother’s Day gift.
These are some of the things that I love about him.
And an amazon gift card. About which I have spent many minutes agonizing over what to spend it on.
And three meals, a trip to a youth circus (thanks, Karen!), and an evening with friends over our yummy pizza.
I believe the children were suffering from a reaction to drastic changes in barometric pressure. In other words, they were bouncing off the walls at high-speed and high-volume the entire day, for no discernable reason other than that the weather changed. But, hey, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy, I love you!” sounds just as good at high-speed and high-volume.