My day

I think there is something so decadent about eating a strawberry. It's a luxury that can turn milk toast into a king's meal and always gives me the illusion that I have more money than I do.

So you can imagine how pampered I felt this morning when, after getting a full extra hour of sleep and then taking a long shower (for once uninterrupted by screaming, whining, and/or violent protests at my absence - I know, Matt is really making progress), I followed my nose into the kitchen and found my wonderful husband making crepes - complete with decadent strawberries.

This is AFTER I found a note on the bedroom door from my nine-month-old thanking me for being a wonderful mother and informing me that this was my day...in suspiciously familiar handwriting. But back to the strawberries.

I ate. And ate. Then I ate some more.

Then I went to church and daydreamed about crepes while my white knight happily volunteered to change poopy diapers and take the boy to class with him so I could worship in peace.

Almost the first minute in the door after church, Mr. Thoughtful went to work on the morning's dishes. By the time I had put the boy down for a nap, my kitchen was immaculate.

Who's having a great day so far?

In spite of all that, I think my favorite part of the day was our after-dinner walk along the river trail. We stopped in the shade of some big, old trees, let the boy play in the grass (squealing like a hyperactive chimp all the while), and just talked and talked. It was an evening you want to catch and carry in your pocket for a day when the weather isn't so perfect, or when you don't feel so completely at peace, or when you forget you're the luckiest person in the world.

Well, I know it today. I am immeasurably blessed to be the wife of such a caring, righteous man who loves being a dad as much as I love being a mom to our darling son.

My motherhood is so precious to me. Thanks to both my boys for making this such a great Mother's Day.