Happy Mother's Day to me...

My daughter made me a panda of cotton balls and pipe cleaners, a bouquet of flowers from colorful pipe cleaners, and wrote me "a book". My son wrote me a poem (which was a labor of love, because he recently finished a poetry unit and he "never wants to write another poem as long as I live") and my husband game me a beautiful bouquet of flowers as well and of course...no cooking.

I don't know why the pictures are sideways. They are not that way on my computer and I've tried to change it. Oh, well.


The Princess locked herself in her room and forbid anyone to come it. She was creating... The book says, "Mom is graet. She is preety. She is a good cook. She make's good food. She cudel's with me. She read's with me. She talk's with me. She is graet."


The Prince wrote,
"My mom is the greatest
I know that is true.
She has the greatest singing voice
And the greatest hairdo.

She gives the best back rubs
And makes the best food.
She has the best looks
And the greatest attitude.

My mom walks with God
And loves me for who I am.
If she asked, "Do you love me?"
I would say, "Yes, ma'am!"



Thank you to the Father, who has, for now, blessed me with these children.