Elle, in the gorgeous chapel at the Jerusalem Center where I spent so many hours when I was her age. But the real “gift” of this picture (according to her) was that she brushed her hair and was wearing mascara. HA! (She decided those two things, along with shoe-wearing, were for the birds over the last year, and we love to tease her about that 😉
Dave and I had a good pre-mother’s Day talk that I loved too:
…and Max sent me some pictures of his sparkling clean apartment:
I left my purse on the plane, which created it’s own set of problems, but we got it, and seriously what greeted us were the two cutest girls ever.
Without Dave giving them any encouragement at all (at least this is what he claims…), this was waiting for us in the driveway when we got home:
(the pavement was too hot for Lucy’s bare feet)
We came in to find classical music (my favorite, and what I always having playing through the house on Sundays) wafting through the air, and they had set everything up with streamers and decorations, and were ready to make breakfast.
Oh man, it filled up my heart.
Grace made that delicious thing and it was pretty tasty I have to say!
At breakfast they presented me with some sweet cards and gifts:
(Claire told me that Lucy had refused to put the picture we had taken for Activity Days in that frame, and insisted that note should go in there instead. Which was fine by me! 🙂
Church was awesome…especially because of the singing (listen to what they sang back HERE), and the messages were so good.
Then we came home to a house that was filled with good smells from the dinner Grace had prepared, and our traditional mother’s day pictures.
This girl prepped a delicious meal:
And we headed out, a little late so we could save ourselves from the oppressive heat, on our traditional Mother’s Day hike.
We just did a really short one.
This is how Lu felt about it:
Oh wait, let’s get that expression right:
There we go 🙂
It was dark enough on the way down that Lucy couldn’t see at all, so this happened:
…and I got a good workout in!
We stopped by to give Nana hugs and each tell her a specific memory we have with her.
Then we called my mom en route home and shared some of our favorite memories with her as well.
So grateful for those grand mothers in my life.
And that these children of mine enabled me to join in those motherhood trenches.
Those trenches that are harrowing and agonizing at times, but more often glowing and holy in so many ways.
How grateful I am for motherhood!