Mother’s Day picture after church. The kids were hungry and wanted out of their clothes but I requested a picture on my “special” day – and today they tried to abide by all my requests.
I’ve got a series of pictures and most of them look like this. Hallie and Hunter frozen with the same smile while I worked to get Bennett’s hands out of his mouth, Cannon to look at the camera and Briggs to stop crying. It wasn’t until a neighbor stopped by to drop something off that we finally got the last picture. It was a process – but I’ll take it.
Our morning consisted of a breakfast casserole and fresh squeezed OJ (it’s hard to believe we’re still pulling oranges off the tree!) before heading off to church. The kitchen table was adorned with thoughtful homemade gifts and cards from the kids and some feminine flowers to offset the less than traditional power tool gift. I picked it out. I’m a little excited. I’ve borrowed a scroll saw from a friend a number of times and I decided it’s time to have one in the arsenal. Who knows what I’m going to create with that thing!
In related mother’s day news…
Earlier in the week I attended Bennett’s mother’s day program where we was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement to show me all the songs and poems he had memorized and all the special gifts he had made. A kid that excited is bound to make me feel pretty special.
Also, I went to the local soda shop on Saturday to grab a gift card and they were handing out roses to the women. Sweet gesture. They know they’re audience real well!