I love Mother's Day.
I really don't understand the hype about a birthday. I'm always a little somewhat embarrassed about the attention.
But, Mother's Day is a whole different story and a newly special day. When you are a mom, you give and you give and you give. It's a lot of (happy and rewarding) work. Mother's Day is special because it's a day families stop and say, "Thank you for all that you do" and for me, it's a day to stop and say, "Thank you, Palmer for letting me be your mom." It's also a day to thank my own mother for all of the work that she puts into raising me.
The boys have a two-year-old tradition of making me a delicious breakfast.
I'm wondering if Palmer was more helpful last year in his two month state...
...than this year when Palmer made a big mess while Rick tried to round up breakfast:
After breakfast, we ran over to Fort Worth to see my mother and brother who was in town for a mere few hours for a wedding.
And an unseasonably cooler evening made our front porch the perfect venue for a wine and cheese kind of night after the little guy went to bed.
Thanks to my boys for making the day special. Palmer, I'm so happy to be your mom.
-Bethany
But, Mother's Day is a whole different story and a newly special day. When you are a mom, you give and you give and you give. It's a lot of (happy and rewarding) work. Mother's Day is special because it's a day families stop and say, "Thank you for all that you do" and for me, it's a day to stop and say, "Thank you, Palmer for letting me be your mom." It's also a day to thank my own mother for all of the work that she puts into raising me.
The boys have a two-year-old tradition of making me a delicious breakfast.
The afternoon brought a swimming date with some friends where Palmer was sweet to share his lounge chair with his friend Brooks.
-Bethany
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