My Cooper Union graduate husband designed my breakfast, as usual. This time it was a heart motif, perfectly shaped hearts and 2 Hebrew National Hotdogs. I am not much of a breakfast eater, but I gobbled down some of the deliciously buttered fare.
My baby came up with a card with so many adjectives about his momma, I had to ask who he was talking about. "My mom loves to...ZUMBA!" What an epitaph, from my baby. He is often evicted from the room so I can do my aerobic dance. He is a card. My Middleschool, clarinet playing young man had comments for all of the festivities of the day. The ladies cooked dinner and my Pastor preached, just into my soul. I was blessed, in the city, in the field, when we came and when we went.
I am reaping a harvest of blessings.
Lord willing, This Sunday is another happy twenty-something Mother's Day for me. And among the anticipation of the joys of the day for me is rejoicing that the father of my children is a patient and godly example to me. I am so grateful to God for the blessing of a godly husband. The more cantankerous I get with age, the more my patient husband is appreciated.
I wish him the happiest of Mother's Days.
After having cried for an entire year, the sun seemed to crack the sky again for me, with Emily's birth. I lived the whole year wondering if we would make it another day. Why did the sun come up? was my daily question. I had lost my only real desire. Then, as if God turned the surface of my life over, Emily was born. She was a pain and a prod, from her first breath. She made cussing like sounds at the anesthesiologist, as they were siphoning the mucus from her. I said, what a little personality she has. No tolerance. No patience. No compromising. Constant provocation. I guess I needed that. I am so grateful for her.