I was unusually tired and knocked out in my bed when the crew came home...

last night. Maybe not unusually, these days, the change has got me taking more zzz's regularly, the children tell me. Anyway, I was fast asleep when a package came upstairs for me. Mommy this is for mother's day. Semi conscously I spilled dirt all over my bed and said its beautiful and turned over and fell back to sleep.

I just love it. Why is this dirt in my bed? oh, 6 am, I said to Ezra. Did you see it? Did you like it? What? My Mother's Day present, mommy? Oh wow! I looked again and there it was. The first present from the last child. A tomato plant and poetic card and a hand painted pot with compliments just for me. The first Mother's day gift of the year. Wow! I am so grateful for his energy and spirit and then Ethan came behind with some of the same type of stuff and beauty. I am basking in the goodness of God expressed to me from these little fellows. You are beautiful, mommy, they keep saying. I feel very tired and they are jumping on me and spilling dirt and being the loving selves that they are and I have to rise, out of my bed and out of my sadness to greet them. Wake up! and smell the tomato plants there's love there. Happy Mother's Day!

When He wakes up I will get pictures of the man that is visiting with us. Elijah is so grown up!