I just had the best Mother's Day ever. And I hope you did too. I want to journal this for posterity.
I woke up to the smell of a hot cooked breakfast.
1. I could smell!!!!
2. Someone was making breakfast and it wasn't me!!
Tater on left in Gabbers hooded towel, Squdge on right in Peach's towel (inside out) after a bath. Squdge reached up on the counter for something to eat and dumped a whole bowl of raw eggs all over himself making Mother's Day morning even more exciting.
I fully expected that was my gift, and a TOTALLY ROCKIN' AWESOME ONE, and didn't think there would be anything else. So to find the living room decorated and three boxes wrapped up with ribbons and bows was such a bonus!
My love language is "Acts of Service." The Mother's Day gifts that truly pleased me, more than the chocolate covered macadamia nuts and Nestle's Peanut Butter Crunch eggs, were the acts of service.
Danny put up a beautiful framed corkboard that my brother-in-law, Mark, made me for my birthday.
Danny agreed to my suggestion to put all three diapered ones back into cloth.
In church, no one had to be escorted out of Sacrament Meeting. One of my favorite brethren in the ward gave a talk that nearly had me rolling in the aisles. I remained composed (mostly) for the sake of teaching my children reverence. *snort*
No one beheaded my carnation before I got it home to a drink of water.
Only one child cried that he didn't get a brownie like Mommy.
Even though I'm on Prednisone for my nasal passages, and it makes me feel like ugh, and gives me hot flashes at night, I feel positively optimistic about my recovery back to the land of smelling and tasting things. Although, this may not be good getting my sense of smell back now that we've made the switch back to cloth. lol
And that is all Dear Journal.
Thanks for listening!