LoveNote

I found this note in the basement. It's from when Shawn was finishing up his degree, and I made him lunch with a heart note--he was in all kinds of art courses, including jewelry making. (unfortunately, that class didn't involve diamonds...)

It made me ponder a couple of things:

That sure was sweet. I need to write Shawn some notes.

Secondly:

In oh, let's say, 8 years, will I find some similar artifact, and, if so, will I like what it speaks of myself? Will I say, "aw, that's sweet; I was a cool person!"?

I want to. I hope to.

Disclaimer: I apologize if you think the note is too gushy or PDA. I won't be apologizing; it's part of the curriculum in the self-imposed, self-taught Assertiveness 101 class I'm in this summer. I'll let ya know what grade I get.

We ate donuts and the milk accompanying them was good.

Apparently donuts are bad for you.

Hmmmm....

I've talked about The Donut Whole before...but in my sugar HIGHEEEyy decided to blog about it again...


This time, my favorite was the Homer--it's the pink one with rainbow colored sprinkles..yeah, there in the corner.

It didn't stay there long.

I will now proceed to eat just lettuce this week. Just lettuce.

Yep, just lettuce. I will..

*cough*

I'm ok with humidity, cuz...

The zoo the zoo THE ZOO!

You'd think I would have wheeled us back to the car after seeing this:

Or this:
But how could I deny a face like this?

(ok, I admit he looks a little ornery)

But I'm glad we stayed because we got to see these guys:


And these butt buddies:
And a sneak peek at the not-yet-open lion exhibit because I "know people"
Oh, and these guys (anyone have any vintage flamingo stands I can put in the yard?):
Even though I wish I could have been at home napping, like this dude (an unshy bear if you can't tell):

I knew I'd done right when 3 hours later, Wilder was still doing this:
uh huuuuh.

Mum's Day

Mum's Day was so good I could have eaten it. Then I figured that while my memory hasn't always served me the keenest, the Day deserved to be cradled there, if even in faintest form, than to not reside there at all.

And I ate chocolate instead.
That was a fun one to whip up.

So were these:

My life's significance has multiplied since becoming a mother, and I wasn't sure how I would feel about it on the actual "here is when we honor you" day. It can be summed up in a word: pride.

Pride over the beautiful son who belongs, has always belonged, in our journey. Pride at the friends and family who've loved and patienced me into the mom I am now.

Ok maybe one more word: gratitude.

For these people:
I'm lucky you are my Mommy (on the left, for my new readers) and Mother-in-Law. I want each day to be a song for you. All of the love and energies that you put into your babies to come back to you. You'll say it has.

I'm grateful we could fit 15? (I lost count) people in our home for celebrating Mum's Day, my Birthday, Shawn's belated Birthday, and Wilder's dedication. I'm grateful Auntie Erin made a surprise visit for Wilder's special day, and Auntie Andrea helped get him ready for church. I'm thankful Grandpa Mustache insisted on holding Wilder for a really long time--because he wanted to.

I'm thankful we vowed to raise Wilder to love God and to love people.

Perhaps now you see why I really wanted to eat Mum's Day.