Mother’s Day Blessings

David and the guys made sure I had a wonderful day yesterday…

We were late to church, but I didn’t really care, because I was trying to soak up the day. After church, we headed over to Macaroni Grill for lunch. It seems like this has become an unintentional tradition, which is fine with me!

The gifts that the boys picked out were lovely. They bought me a new cookbook, some new knives, a cute little cosmetic bag (Vera, for those of you who care), and a new cast iron pan. David knows that I’ve been trying to expand my cast iron collection (glazed and unglazed), so he took the boys to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and let them pick one. They picked out something like this:

because they “really like Mom’s cornbread!”.

And then, in perhaps the most unlikely turn of events for the day, I TOOK A NAP. People, this hasn’t happened in months. Usually my brain goes into hyperdrive on Sunday afternoon, fretting over the school week ahead and everything that’s still undone. It is usually a very un-restful time for me. But there I was, sound asleep in my bed for two hours on Sunday afternoon. Lovely.

Happy Mother’s Day!

2 thoughts on “Mother’s Day Blessings

  1. I have come to really appreciate naps. Your father can fall to sleep and sleepfor 20 minutes and he’s done, I read for at least 20 minutes and maybe fall to sleep. It’s maddening.

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  2. Oh, the boys have been much deceived…We have that pan. It is impossible to get little ears of corn out of. Colin’s had the best success with brushing them with melted margerine, but even then you end up most of the time with sticks of cornbread, not cute corn ears!Good luck with them! And glad you got a nap!

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