Sunday, May 10, 2009

Missing My Mom

Mother's Day is Happy. I love being a Mom. It makes me happier than anything else I could do here on earth. I love getting pampered for a day. I love the little homemade cards from the kids, and the thought they put into my gifts. And I love it that Alan splurges and lets them buy me those really good gifts! It also stings a little. I've been kinda down for a month or so, really thinking a lot about my Mom and wishing she were still here. I wish we could go eat at McAlister's for lunch. I wish I could hear her say "what are ya doin?" in her tone of voice as she calls me to see what I'm up to for the day. I wish I could ride around on the golf cart with her and watch her take care of her puppies. I'd even take the arguing and the things that frustrated me to no end. Except I'd let those things go. If she were still here.

I was doing fine until we walked into church and the first thing the greeter asked me was "is your mother still alive?" I answered and he handed me a white carnation. I walked away thinking... "well that was a lovely way to start the morning." My mother-in-law mentioned that they must be passing out different colored flowers based on if your own mother is alive or not. I'm glad she caught that. Turns out, it was a blessing to carry around that white flower. As I shook hands with others in the church, or as we were greeted by my in-laws friends, there was an unspoken tenderness in the eyes of those who saw my white flower. No words had to be shared... just the look in their eyes or the expression on their faces let me know they were sorry. It was especially nice to share that look with a few other moms who also had a white flower of their own.

I sure do miss her. I am so thankful she was a good Mom. And I'm glad I had many Mothers Days to tell her so.

Reasons I love Being A Mommy

Spending the day with Grandma Lou Lou and exploring the fairy garden!

Thursday, May 7, 2009

The Meaning of the Word...

Tonight we were heading out for a bite to eat, and Alan and I had a little conversation in the car that went something like this...

Alan: You're lookin' "hot" today!
Me: Nahhhh
Alan: Yes you are! You are "hot!" And you're looking really mature.
Me: WWWHHHHAAAATTTTTTT?!?#%$??&*&!!????

Then we started laughing about his huge blooper, and from the back seat we hear...

Charis: Bad Daddy.

Hmmmm. Well... I was wearing piggy tails and a ball cap.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Gettin' Really Close...

After another long hard weekend of work, Alan and his Dad made good progress on the room. We've painted it and the carpet is being laid. There are still some finishing touches to be done (and we won't even be able to get to those for a few weeks), but "high five" to the fact that we can start moving in. Big thanks to Gene and Alan for all the hard work.