It started when I woke up to Olivia standing right by the bed on my side, staring at me...
She smiled, and said "Happy Mother's Day. Can I finally give you your present now?" :)
I rolled out of bed and got the sweetest card and locket pendant - she even put a picture of herself inside of it. Then, she whipped out the other one she had, one she was wearing herself, and had a picture of me inside of hers...
My heart just melted... How could it not have?
There she is, the preemie baby that I gave birth to just 13 years ago, smiling about the fact that she got me something to honor me as her mom. I fear (however) as we continue down this path of teenager-dom, that the moments I had the pleasure of enjoying today will end up being fewer and fewer. I sure hope not, but that thought is always in the back of my head.
Let's see... After some coffee and some rereading of my sweet Mother's Day card, I got an early phone call about somebody wanting my surplus insulin (Craigslist ad).
So I quickly (or as quickly as someone whose feet and legs hurt 24/7) got dressed and said goodbye to my daughter. I ran down to the gas station to meet my early morning caller and sold him my insulin.
We had to drive to Pottsville (about a 50 mile trip, ugh)) to meet this guy though, because he lacked transportation. But, he was offering to pay us handsomely and I seldom turn down an opportunity to make a little money.
The whole day, though, poor John had (and still has) a head cold and did nothing but cough and sneeze all day long... He was so super sweet though, the entire day. He held my hand in the car and told me how proud of me he is for being the mom I am to our daughter... (I can't help but think I may end up with a head cold in the near future, but it's gonna be worth it.. ;) )
As sick as John was feeling, he did treat me to a nice little dinner in Hamburg on our way home from Pottsville. That was a nice change of pace. The last few nights, neither of us could muster up the strength to make any sort of dinner. John's been feeling ill, and I have been in too much pain to do it. The fanciest we have been getting is spaghetti from a can... sigh... Oh wait, no, that's not true. The one night, we did have Caesar salad. Ok, so there you have it. We have been feeling too bad to make anything nicer than a bagged salad and some spaghetti from a can. I'd say a nice little Mother's Day dinner was in order, don't you?
Well, that was how my Mother's Day was. I told you. Not bad, but not great either. It was a good day.
And good days are getting harder and harder to come by.
So, in that respect, I would have to say today was a terrific day. :)
I hope all of my fellow mom's out there had a nice Mother's Day as well.
Thanks for reading.
Till next time...