Let's be honest here. Last year's Mother's Day, though it was the first one on which I was actually a mother, stunk. My Dad wasn't there to see it, in fact, we had just celebrated his first birthday since his death. And only two days before that my father-in-law had passed away, so we were all in the midst of grieving and planning a funeral. Needless to say, even if the day had been celebrated to my liking, it didn't stand a chance of being a happy Mother's Day.
*Sidebar here. Mother's Day is definitely over. I'm typing this at the kitchen table and I feel Charlie's hand on my leg. I reach down to rub his head. My hand comes away wet. I look down. Charlie has spit up in a tray he was playing with and then subsequently rubbed his head in it. Nice. So his hair is washed, which he did not like, and the tray is cleaned out. Ah...livin' the life! :)
But as I was saying. Last Mother's Day just didn't stand a chance. This year was a different story all together. Those I loved remembered it was Mother's Day, for one thing. Good way to start out the day. :) We went to church in the morning, and though I still didn't get much out of sacrament meeting, Eli at least took the kids off by himself for about five minutes so I could sit in the hall and hear a bit of one of the speakers. As usual, I took the kids home after sacrament meeting and we waited for Eli to come home. The kids didn't cry or act crazy. We turned on BYU tv and just enjoyed each other.
When Eli came home, he and the kids presented me with my gifts. Livy walked out with my card from the kids. So cute! Charlie followed her, but grudgingly, and handed me a children's book (something I love btw) called The Happiest Mommy Ever. I read this to them soon after and barely made it through. Tears everywhere!
Finally, Eli brought out my final gift. A picture of the Savior that I have been wanting for at least 4 years. Maybe 5. It now has a prominent place in our living room over a rocking chair. I love this because I think it looks like He always has a place here in our home...which he does.