I am grateful.
I am grateful that my husband kept the kiddos quiet enough to let me sleep in.
I am grateful that the first voices I heard today were my children's anxious declarations of love and best wishes for Mother's Day.
I am grateful for the lovely and thoughtful handmade gifts each of my sweet kiddos so proudly gave me.
I am grateful for the mass we went to and the beautiful sermon our priest gave about mothers. It brought tears to my eyes (and many of those around me) and made me so grateful that I still have my mother with me to celebrate today.
I am grateful that we forgot to take pictures at the restaurant because we took far more pictures at mom's house than we would have in a restaurant. Some pictures were sweet and serious...
and some pictures were sassy and silly.
I am so grateful for the amazing woman in the center of this picture. A woman who models love and patience and faith and sacrifice and strength and courage and wisdom. I am so grateful that she is my mom. I hope that one day my children can look at me and feel even half of what I feel for her.
I am grateful that we not only got to spend some quality time with my mom but another fantastic mom as well.
I am grateful that she is a strong, independent, opinionated, spunky personality so that Todd was not scared off when he met me.
I am grateful that my mother in law finally got to ride on a motorcycle and we were able to capture it on film.
It was a fabulous day. I couldn't have asked for more.
I am so grateful I get to be a mom. I am so grateful I have two wonderful mothers giving me such strong role models and examples to live up to. And I am grateful to be in such company on this day.
I looked long and hard on the internet in search of the poem that our priest had spoken about at mass today. I have not found it, so I will paraphrase:
At 4 years old she thinks her mommy knows EVERYTHING. Mommy is the smartest person in the world!
At 8 years old she thinks her mom is pretty smart but she probably doesn't know everything.
At 14 years old she thinks her mom might know some stuff, but man, she is so old fashioned!
At 18 years old she thinks her mom knows absolutely nothing. Mom has no clue what she is talking about.
At 25 years old she thinks that, gee, mom had been right about so many things. She must know what she is talking about.
At 35 years old she thinks she had better call mom and see what she thinks. Mom always knows what to do.
At 65 years old she thinks "I wish my mom were here. I miss her so."
As soon as our priest got out that last line I could hear sniffs going through the pews all around me. Myself included.