Chrissie helped Rick with the breakfast: french toast with pears and pomegranate sauce. She decorated: spelling "mom" with balloons. And she wrapped presents with loads of tape and letter "m":chocolate chips (I had banned myself from them because we went through an entire costco bag in one week), chocolate covered pretzels, crayons, and chalks. Rick bought me an orchid.
She loved the idea of bringing me breakfast in bed and chatted to Rick the entire time they made the preparations. And kept telling me to stay in bed.
This Mother's Day I thought of all the women in my life who have blessed me as a mother. I particularily remembered my sisters and what each one has taught me from scheduling, discipline, to loving children.
This was the first Sunday Chrissie got to participate with the primary and sing to all the mothers.
I cried.
She stood up there with one blue bow, one white bow, her elbows propped up on the ledge with her big grin and I lost it. I couldn't believe I had a daughter so lovely.
3 comments:
You write so beautifully--I love to read your blog--Love you
....I repeat, if you want a sweet picture, put Jane in it :) And Chrissie singing with Primary..... and you watching.... that's a lovely picture.
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