Sam: Mom, what's your lucky number?
Me: Hmmmm...three. It's three for sure.
Sam: Why?
Me: Sam plus Max plus Jake. Three.
I love being a mother. I love my three boys. Through them I have learned to more fully appreciate, love and understand my own parents. Through these three little boys I have learned a whole other dimension of love. I am forever grateful to be a mother; their mother.
They spoiled me on this Mothers Day with breakfast in bed, handmade cards, flowers for my hair, and lego representations of me (my personal favorite by far!)
I was one lucky girl to spend the first part of this week with my own mother. She came for a visit just because and it was wonderful. My mother is everything I hope to be someday. She is happy. She is a listener, a real listener. She is thoughtful. I don't know how, but she remembers special things about everyone. She is one of my favorite friends. Oh, I love her!
And oh, I almost forgot! Max gave me a card after church today. His teacher helped him fill in the blank to several statements about his mom. This one was my favorite:
My mom is as pretty as....
CHICKEN NUGGETS.
He does love him some chicken nuggets, so I'm taking it as a compliment.