oh.my.stars. has it been that long?!
yes, I still blog (mostly in my head-does that count?)
oh how I wish it did count and posts really could be written Mary Poppin’s style with a blink or a curtsy or whatever it was she did when she did her thing. We’d have so much more to talk about…
but meanwhile back at the ranch or farm rather we’ve had our fair share of busy over the last couple of weeks -as have you I’m absolutely certain..it’s that time of year or is it just the month of MAY when everybody wants to celebrate all the babies and all the graduates and have all the yard sales and plant all the gardens and have all the fundraisers and all the plays the very same weekend. Yeah? or no? as one of our little buddies used to say when he was trying to get an Amen! from an “am I right or what?”
Last Saturday sister and I counted seven BIG things going on in our little town ..whew! COME ON LAZY DAYS OF SUMMER…
I hope Mother’s Day was a hit for you and yours…I’ve lived with my love long enough to know it’s best for all involved to make my request for gift and meal plans known several days in advance. It’s just best to be clear and leave no room for wonder. This year we actually had a count down to Mother’s Day on our kitchen message board. A little red bird also told the boys (on more than one occasion) that momma would LOVE an arbor for her garden with climbing roses on each side. It may seem a bit bratty or you could spin it like this:
We are raising boys.
If the boys don’t see daddy celebrating momma then they will not grow up knowing the importance of celebrating momma.
Which will in turn cause the boys and their future wife/baby momma great heartache when it’s time to celebrate her and they don’t because they were never taught.
Case and point: teach them young to CELEBRATE MOMMA..
We celebrated well. The boys and the cowboy worked together and actually DID surprise me with their gracious efforts.
That evenin’ we went to sister nurse’s house to celebrate our momma. “Her children rise up and call her blessed.” Yes mam, we surely do.
It was tons of fun until the bloody nose.
My lil’ rascal intercepted a swift upper cut that was meant for another when touch football turned tackle. Good times were over for him after that so we headed home. Still my cup runneth over for such a joyful day.
Although I’ve yet to experience such joy that I forget to remember the sorrow Mother’s Day used to bring about during our years of infertility and loss. Now, Mother’s Day is a day of remembrance. I remember and pray for those who’ve yet to experience motherhood. It’s a day to remember those who have carried through pregancy but lost and never held their tiny one. It’s a day to rememeber those whose momma’s have gone on or are here but sick. It’s a day to remember the best of the very best of those who’ve loved you like a mother. A day to say thanks to those who’ve loved us as only a mother can.
night y’all <3
P.S. Yes I’m working on the book. YES it’s hard and I cry sometimes. Please pray for me. Seriously.
P.S.S. I promise not to wait two weeks before I post again…