Happy "Mudder's" Day!

I'm a bit late posting about "Mudder's Day" (as it is affectionately called by my little Garrett). I had planned on doing a nice post regarding my feelings about motherhood and honoring my mom, mother-in-law, and other significant women in my life. Ironically, just being a mom keeps me busy enough I often don't find the time to do all the good things I would like to. Oh well. I remind myself that one day I will have all the time in the world to do all the things I want to, and then I will probably be lonely and long for the days when "the sound of little feet was the music we danced to week to week." (Name that song, anyone?)

We are realizing more and more that with Church callings and kids, we can't always go everywhere and be everywhere all the time. Consequently, we decided to spend Mother's Day with my family and Father's Day with Greg's. The obvious highlight of the day was visiting with Greg's little brother, Matt, who is serving a mission in Spain. Garrett had been so excited to talk to him and then froze up when it was his turn. He covered his ears and cried, so we finally gave up. He started sobbing about 5 minutes later because "he really wanted to talk to Uncle Matt in Spain on the phone," so we cheated and called him back. After a little prodding, Garrett and Matt had a lovely conversation about baby chicks, spiders, Abby, and everything else Garrett loves. They were chatting away when the phone card ran out and Garrett was very excited to tell all of his friends in the nursery at Church that he talked on the phone to his Uncle Matt in Spain.

That evening, we enjoyed a little family gathering at my aunt's house and all the little guy wanted was to snuggle with Grandma.

Once Grandma had been sufficiently loved, he moved on to the dog.

A lovely family photo--if only Miss Abby would look at the camera. (I do love Garrett's cheezer smile in this picture, though. He looks like a proud papa holding his baby for the very first time.)

To sum it up: Mother's Day is a great holiday. I love my mom. I love my mother-in-law. I love being a wife and a mom. I love being a woman. I love the countless women (many of whom aren't mothers) who have blessed my life. Even more, I love the wonderful women who have blessed my children's lives with their goodness. (You know who you are.)

God bless mothers and women everywhere--ours is an important work. Let's not forget it.