If Every Day Was Mothers’ Day…

I’d be smiling from morning to night, 365.

 

 

 

It was such a great day with perfectly perfect, make that ideal, weather.  The kids and Gary were so good to me and we all had fun.  Good to me included a great breakfast including an onion and tomato omelet that Gary cooked for me just like I like despite his feeling that those two things are the purest poison on Earth, putting up two hammocks in our yard, going out for a nice meal that included *bonus* free cheesecake with strawberries, and playing together at the park. 

And we didn’t take Scooter even though it is a dog park.  See, it was a special day for me!

{If you are a reader named Grant Gill and you are worried that your mom hates your dog and this sentence above makes you upset, don’t be.  Sometimes I kid.}

{But to the rest of you, you know sometimes I don’t.} 

  

This was when Grant jumped for the equipment here and totally over-leaped the handles.  That was funny.

Then we came home and put up our own new fun in the front yard. 

You move out to the country, you gotta have a tractor tire tire swing.

I love how over the span of several minutes, the crowd gradually grew from two to four.   

You know, all I think I ever really knew I wanted to be in life was a mom. 

I love happy endings. 

Love ya, my precious family.