Monday, May 9, 2011
We arrived home from the airport late Saturday afternoon and raced straight to a wedding. Sunday morning was coming quickly for my pastor-husband and I was certain that Mother's Day would be simple, if celebrated at all. I didn't mind. After all, I needed to work on the piles and plan for our school week.
Our wonderful Saturday evening sitter had each of the kids make cards. My husband appeared in the kitchen with flowers Sunday morning. And I was treated to lunch out after church. It was a perfect celebration!... and a perfect ending to our week away.
Very thankful this week, I keep counting.
My godly, praying mom.
The privilege of motherhood.
Right now. 5, 7, and 9 years old.
Peter's whispers in my ear.
Will's joyful exuberance.
Hannah's thoughtful words.
Their sweet appreciation.
Leaning on my side in evening worship.
Falling asleep there. (And staying asleep long after the service ends.)
Her freckles coming out in the sun.
Being the one who comforts.
And cheers them on.
Prayers over them while they sleep.