The first person I wished a Happy Mother’s Day to this year was Kareen’s Mom. She immediately responded texting that it was thoughtful and how much it meant - but also shared with me that she still had saved Kareen’s voicemail from last Mother’s Day. That right there made my day - what an awesome memory to have for her - my heart was happy!
We waited for Sam to get back from Girl Scout camp and then headed to brunch!
After brunch the plan was to take Grandma and Uncle Eric up Pikes Peak . . . but it’s not totally summer up there, and they closed early. So instead we drove out to Wilkerson Pass - in my opinion, it is one of the best views in CO of a very large amount of the Rocky Mountains.
And on the way home we stopped for some Mexican food in Woodland Park . . . can’t beat dinner with a view!
It was a wonderful day . . . and I have known for the past 11 years how increasingly blesssd I have become with all four of my reasons to celebrate. But of course, this year it home a little harder. Not in a sad way - just in a “remember your purpose and priorities” way.
We finished the day chatting and laughing with Billy. And it happened - we had our first memory to look back on where it was the 3 of us and the kids, not the 4 of us. But he said the kids talked about it, and they all laughed, real laughter!! We took the kids into Chicago on Spring Break and went into a candy store. Each kiddo picked out what should’ve been $5-$8 worth of candy. So I was fully expecting a $50 bill with the 7 kids . . . I get to the front and the woman looks at me with a straight face, like it’s normal, and says “that will be $116” - um, the hell it will . . . We grabbed all the candy bags, tossed them on a shelf, and left!!! Billy saying the whole time as we walk out “you can buy every piece of candy at the damn gas station and it will still be cheaper”! Hehehehe
I am so grateful for yesterday . . . and my heart is full when I think of my kids . . . but also the man that makes it happen. He tries so hard and I couldn’t love him more for it . . .