Happy Mothers Day
Prior to leaving for church gifts were given. Cole gave me a handmade loom weave square. It could be used for a miniature pot holder or a coaster. He also gave me a decorated stepping stone last night. He was so excited that he couldn't wait for me to see it. Carter made a neat bird feeder from the base of a clay pot. A blue jay enjoyed himself at dinner tonight. The blue jay reminded me of my high school days as it was our mascot. I have heard that they are aggresive birds. (Need to do some research on that one.) I love homemade gifts made by the boys more than anything. I marvel at the handiwork of God. How He takes a tiny cell and then develops them into creative beings that can do wonderful things with their hands and minds. All for his glory.
Dave brought home a beautiful pink hydrangea plant from all the Snodgrass boys on Friday. I love flowers. Lastly, besides homemade cards a hilarious e-card from the boys was sent to me called Help Mom get her groove back. It had a cat outfitted in sunglasses doing groovy disco moves when DJ Doggie played the titled CD's of 1. Mom, I'll hustle to the store for you 2. Don't go dissin my Mom 3. Yo! Yo! Mom! I cleaned my room (the best one) 4. Hang 10 Mom, I'm cooking. All laughed as I was being entertained tonight. So glad I hadn't posted this till I read my Hallmark e-card.The Snodgrass men took me out to brunch at First Watch. It is a favorite spot of mine that I haven't frequented much lately. After eating we came home to nap that is Stuart, Daddy and I. Daddy was sleeping in and out of watching some sports event on TV. After waking I was able to then go to a friends home to deliver a sympathy card and a plant due to them not being able to conceive yet another child. Cancer has really shown me more clearly that pain is pain no matter what it is and it hurts. I came home to tinker in my Moms garden pulling weeds. Being outdoors is a joy.
Church today was bittersweet. I was thinking about the "what if". My heart was aching thinking of the possibility of my boys not having me in less than 4 years. I find that the only time I cry is due to the possible hurts that the boys could experience. I have been emotionally fine for the most part up till this morning and thankful the sadness didn't last that long. It also helped that the sermon was on Romans 8. God love is so good. I am grateful.