Mother’s Day 2009 is imprinted in my memory.
Not for the usual reasons of past years in my “perfect” life.
Side note: A few weeks ago, my sister and a friend told me that they think I should be more real because everything at my house always sounds so good.
I laughed at them but was a little puzzled. I guess me writing about spiraling into depression, getting a phone call from the high school principal and taking xanax now and again is too upbeat and perky for some people.
Yeah, I’ll work on that 😉
Back to Mother’s Day. In past years, Saint PhilBillPaul has had the kids make me breakfast in bed and make lovely homemade cards, taken me out for brunch or dinner and all the other cliché but wonderful things that moms love.
not so much.
But in the midst of the day, I did receive this heartfelt and touching card.
Do not scroll down if you are eating or if you are offended by super short shorts.
That’s my girl. And I especially love how she signed with her last initial “H” because otherwise I wouldn’t have known who it was from.
Roger Leroy has inherited the same warped sense of humor that the rest of us have.
The card is a winner even if Mother’s Day wasn’t.
I’m saving some of my more real venting for a later date.
Perhaps in about two weeks and two days.
Because that’s how much time is left before the darling twins have here at home with us before they graduate and then ship to basic training.
For now, I’m still trying to respect their privacy.
Until then, please leave a comment and share some warm, fuzzy Mother’s Day moments that will help me remember when they were tiny and cute.
P.S. Scary Baby did make me a sweet book of poems at school in her handwriting complete with her own drawings!