My family gave me just about the perfect Mother's Day. These four people I live with are kind, considerate, loving, and really know how to make a Mommy feel loved and special. They really, truly are happy to celebrate someone else. Among many things, I love that about them.
After sleeping in and having breakfast, Brad and I left for our LAST long run before the big event. I was so excited to only do 8 miles, and ready to get it out of the way so I could get on with the relaxing part of the day. When we came back in the door, this is what I saw:
When my kids were really young, I would imagine this season that we are in and it always made me a little sad. I thought the fun would somehow be over when we got here. I thought I would somehow not feel the same closeness. I thought that I would be sad at the thought of them being so close to heading into their new season. Now we are "there". And it is nothing like I thought it would be. I love this season. I love the shifting of relationships that age brings. I love seeing who my kids are becoming. I love seeing glimpses of who they are going to be in adulthood. They are fun, loving, and strong people. And I have nothing but excitement at this point about their next seasons. So much potential. So many open doors in front of them! Love that. I love them. They make being a mom such an adventure. Never boring. Just when I think I have this mothering thing figured out, they shift and tweak and require me to shift and tweak. And I'd have it no other way.
So much thanks to give...
354. a day of no cooking
355. sweet words written
356. laughing together
357. love returned
358. happy hearts
359. a husband who knows how to make me feel special
360. a husband who models that for his kids
361. kids who follow that lead
362. new seasons
363. finishing a long training program
364. passing a friend on the sidewalk, me a mile in, her a mile to go, and exchanging a high five and celebratory hug: cheers to the last long run!
365. new recipes
366. pretty dishes
367. big, puffy, layered clouds
368. rain that stops just in time
369. a light week of running