The last six weeks around here have been rough, for a lot of reasons, but we are emerging on the other side. Friday afternoon I picked the girls up and went to Jilli's Mother's Day Snack. She has been so excited for weeks about the special surprise her class was working on for moms. She couldn't tell me the secret-- and to her credit she never did-- though she did explain that it started with a "f" and then had a "l" sound. Turns out they planted sunflower seeds in homemade pots, and they made cards. My eyes got a little blurry when I read, "I love you. You are the dest mom evelr. Jillian." I opened Rory's present when I got home, a hand painted picture frame with a picture of my hand holding hers and another picture of Ror with her hands over her heart. Surely Mother's Days get a little less sweet? They can't go on like this forever. Jeff played the part of perfect partner- telling me last night to stay in bed the entire day if I wanted to, bringing up breakfast and buying simple gifts that really showed he was thinking about me.
We ran a few errands later in the morning, at which point the girls became grumpy little monsters, but they slept it off at home after lunch which meant Jeff and I snuck in a nap, I went for a (slow) run (walk) and I made dinner while Jeff took the girls to a park.
I feel like there is so much that has gone documented in the last few months. Hopefully I'll start writing and taking more pictures, but for right now I'd like to bottle up this weekend and carry it with me.
