Monday, May 10, 2010

momma's day

I am truly blessed with these two little guys. Mother's Day is such a wonderful day...we got a front row parking spot at church, Silas made me a flower pot in Sunday School and Marshall sent me a sweet card and ordered me a necklace I not so subtley hinted about. My wonderful sister gave me flowers and kept Silas so Jude and I could take in a movie. Lovely!

I think Mother's Day will always be a little bittersweet for me. There were lots of Mother's Days that weren't so thrilling. It really got old to go to church and not get to stand up and get a rose or carnation. Even when they try to include just hurts. I longed to be a momma for a lot of years and I'll never forget that feeling.

This morning I couldn't stop thinking about those that have lost their moms, those that don't have great memories of their moms, those that have struggled with infertility and those that have lost children, both unborn and born. I know someone in each of those categories. Some that fit into more than one.

I am blessed with a wonderful Mom. We talk about 17 times a day. Really.

Today I'm thankful. Really, really thankful.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

strawberry pickin'

Or if your name is Silas it's strawberry picking and eating...all the way down the row. ;) I think he ate his weight in berries, stems and all, yesterday on our trip to Sweetberry Farm in Marble Falls. Such a pretty drive and a fun outing.
We had a ball picking and eating berries, feeding goats, eating a picnic lunch and homemade strawberry ice cream that makes you want to smack your momma. But don't smack's Mother's Day weekend and all. And she might smack you back.
Jude was a trooper and I have a new respect for women around the world working in fields with a baby strapped to them. My back is a little sore today. Wimp.

He had just woken up after the back breaking work was over....

Back to that strawberry ice cream. Silas and I shared one because he never eats too much of anything and it would have been wasteful to get 2. Then I tasted it and wished I'd brought a cooler with ice in it to take some more home. Once we got loaded into the car with our friend and her son, Silas asked me for the ice cream. He never gave it back. And he ate every last drop even drinking the last few drops. By then it was too late. We were on our way home. But...we'll be back for blackberry picking soon and I'm getting my little guy his own ice cream!

And here's one of my chunky monkey, Jude, just because. Precious baby!! Soon he'll need his own ice cream too!