Yesterday was my first official Mother's Day. It very well may beat out Halloween as my favorite holiday. I had total strangers stopping me in the street to wish me a happy Mother's Day. You don't even get that on your birthday, unless you're wearing a sign. That was pretty cool.
The day started out the same as usual - Paul & I got up, he took a
long shower, I followed, thinking I would run out of hot water. Then I
got the Belchigator ready for church. Paul was lounging on the couch.
I scanned the living room, looking for two socks that matched and found
some next to the TV. I got them on the kiddo, then asked Paul if he
was ready to go. He said we didn't have to leave just yet, so I got him
to scoot over on the couch so I could snuggle with him and E.
Mind you, all this happened in the span of about 10 minutes. We sat on
the couch for another minute or two, and then I saw them - two giant
gift bags on the floor, inches from where I had been standing. How the
heck did I miss that? I thought it was magic, because typically, I'm a
present hound. I can sniff one out pretty quickly, and then I must open
it immediately. Paul thought that maybe I changed, and wasn't quite as
crazy about presents. My mind probably just couldn't comprehend the
fact that there were presents waiting for me, so it chose not to
From Paul, I received the cutest metal planter - made to look like a
dog. He also informed me that a plant comes with it, but he wants me to
pick it out. Now I have to decide what I want.
From E, I got a box of Godiva chocolates. I'm trying not to
eat the whole box in one sitting. It's very difficult, but I want to
savor every one. So far I've had a couple raspberry filled chocolates,
and a dark choclate ganache, and a white choclate wafer. It's divine.
After church, we had brunch at Sweet Tomatoes, then we took a walk
down to the Tigard Farmer's Market. The Tigard Farmer's Market is lame
compared to Beaverton, but it was a good walk, and I got more strangers
to wish me a happy Mother's Day. We came home and E took a
three hour nap at 6:30, and when we went to bed at 10, she complied,
even though at 9:45 she was wide awake and full of squeals. So to the
end, it was a perfect Mother's Day.