While playing the game, “Clue,” as a family, that is. (My parents gave us this interactive version last Christmas and we finally busted it out of the packaging yesterday. Pretty fun, I was surprised to find.)
Because Mother’s Day is always on a Sunday, the typical brunch at a fancy restaurant is not an option for celebrating. But that’s fine by me since that really turns the holiday into a weekend event. Colin makes a special effort to relieve me of my regular duties as much as possible. No meal planning. No clean-up. So yesterday he made breakfast, we went out to lunch, and dinner was a simple affair that required no dishes. We spent a lazy afternoon playing games and lounging around. It was nice to take life at a slow pace.
The boys also ran errands while Maddie napped, so I had time to myself in the morning. Very nice. They came back with this:
Warren had picked each item out himself. When they came home, he rang the doorbell and “delivered” the basket to me with a great big “Happy Mother’s Day, Mama!” as he burst through the door.
Today, Warren sang with the Primary children in front of the congregation during Sacrament Meeting but “only to you, Mama.” He specifically told me that he would only be singing to one mama in the audience, and that was me. I was so honored.
The day/weekend didn’t feel that different from many others but I think I know why. It’s because my sweet, wonderful, thoughtful, involved husband is an amazing dad and already does so much with me and for me that it’s like every day is Mother’s Day. I love my family so much. They make me happy to be a mama.
And maybe one of these days I really will get a clue about how to do this gig…