Mother's Day Messages

Biggest disappointment about Mother's Day 2015: my card never reached my mom. And it was awesome. On the outside, it said: "Mom, there were so many times while I was growing up that it seemed like a great idea to run away from home."

On the inside, it said: "I'm so glad you never did."

Sorry, Mom. We tried! Damn the postal service!

This was the sweetest part: the youth group was selling roses for moms outside church. Cordelia wanted to buy one, with my money, of course. But I was touched. I was all ready to receive it, but she walked back into the sanctuary and brought it to the Blessed Mother. And then I cried.
 

I got to spend the Friday morning before Mother's Day with the kids at school, and it was lovely. 

 

They each wrote a message for me. 

Cody's was probably draft 5, and evidently his drafts changed depending on what was going on that day. In one, he claimed I was born in Italy. (I wish.) In another, he told about how I chased the neighbor's cats away in the middle of the night with a light saber. (This is a true story. In my defense, they were catfighting on my deck, below my window, and I was half asleep, and very angry. On the other hand, I obviously have no defense, and am relieved this little anecdote wound up on the cutting floor.)

I think my "high noon Texas sky" eyes is my favorite part. Has Cody ever been west of Michigan or south of North Carolina? Why no. But the kid has imagination.