Josie, Hank (and Daddy, too), thank you for a sweet Mother's Day.
A homemade card (I love the concentration, baby girl) that daddy showed you how to make.
And if you've ever received a handmade card from my darling husband,
you know exactly what I mean.
Who cares if you're running late to church?
When your two-year-old SWEETLY asks you to paint her finger nails,
there's always time for a little impromptu pampering.
We ended up not being late at all and had time for a few
sweet smiles and kisses before leaving for church.
Brunch, playing in the sprinkler, nap, out to eat for dinner and
then cake and ice cream to celebrate my sister-in-law's birthday.
Kind of the perfect day.
Josie and Hank, you made Mother's Day perfect for me.
Not perfect in the sense that everything ran smoothly,
but perfect in the sense that I got to spend the day with you two.
Motherhood isn't anything that I had expected,
but it is already everything I had hoped for.
And it's all because of you, my darling little stinkers, I mean, angels. :-)