Mother's Day 2009

I woke up to two hands on my face.  Precious little hands.  Behind those hands a gorgeous face with a huge smile.  My boy woke me up on Mother's Day for the second year in a row.  I can only dream that he will wake me for many more to come.  

I came downstairs to the smell of french toast and bacon. His Daddy was obviously helping just a little bit to get my breakfast ready.  The table was beautifully set with yellow tulips, and a small heap of presents awaited me.  I could see that the first present ready to be opened was the one from my little Hudson.  He had made it at his babysitters house, and Fraser could not WAIT to give it to me.  He had not stopped talking about it since he had received it the day before.  He knows me well, and he knew that I would treasure it.  

Breakfast began, but I had only chewed a few bites before Fraser was already asking when I was going to open my presents.  So I did.  And I cried, and cried, and cried.  The tears streamed down my face as I remembered the days that I had given my Mom my handprint.  The day has come that a turquoise painted handprint trumps the turquoise box with the little white bow.  Inside the box was a charm to add to my collection on my bracelet.  I now have a heart with 'Mom' engraved, a capital letter 'H', and this precious heart lock with key that has 'H-H-I' engraved.  My bracelet will be treasured forever - right along side my precious turquoise handprint.

I love you boys.  Thank you for a wonderful day (including my indulgent afternoon nap)!!