Monday, May 10, 2010

mother of all days

There were just-picked strawberries for breakfast and poached eggs atop crabcakes atop a bed of spring spinach and covered in Hollandaise sauce. There were handmade cards, sweet calls, a pair of swingy hoop earrings to make me feel young and wind chimes to hang from the dogwood tree for music on breezy days. There was a great sermon, a long, sunny walk with the dog, ice cream in the afternoon and even a wander through the bookstore. When you're blessed with children, every day becomes a mother's day of sorts, running the gamut from maddening to magnificent. And you wouldn't give back a single minute.

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