Rose are red
Violets are blue
You are my mom
and I love you
or a bouquet of tissue paper flowers, or a coupon book offering to take the garbage out or set the table from a certain 5 year old, or a book that says he likes it when "my mom gives me kandy" and that I am "as pretty as a flour in a yard." Love it.
And even at my age each year I find myself appreciating my own mother, mother-in-law and grandmothers more and more. While you may find some who cynically feel this is a Hallmark invented day, I say so what? Since when was there too much love and appreciation being passed around. Since never.
Here are some random pictures from my phone today:
Rich and his grandmother |
Paige driving a load of kids |
Cole and one of his Uncle Steves |
My mom and her 3 kids (bad picture quality) |
1 comments:
I always feel a little guilty when my daughters, who are mother's also, devote their day to making sure I'm pampered, but I have to admit it was a beautiful, memorable day! Thank you!
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