Strawberry Pancakes

So many wonderful events have taken place since I last wrote. I attended Ronald's graduation from high school in Tampa, I picked out new appliances for our kitchen, I've been fishing and boating at my in-laws' lake house and, of course, I celebrated a marvelous Mother's Day.

Since Alex is an early riser, he was the first boy to greet me and wish me a fabulous day...and to my delight, surprise me with breakfast in bed! Even though I would have preferred to sleep in a little, he decided that 6:30 would be just the right time to surprise me with strawberry pancakes and orange juice! He even put the cards he and his cohorts had made on the tray for me to read at my leisure. What a sweetie! I think he might make a good husband someday....or a good chef at Denny's...you never know.

The cards are my favorite because they always make me laugh. According to Andrew, my favorite thing to do is blog and sleep, and Alex graciously commented on my youthful 29 years of age, while Aidan made me a blue hand print and drew a likeness of me sans the neck. Rod sent me roses from he and the boys...but Andrew insisted he knew nothing about it...and asked if I had a boyfriend. He was really confused when I told him it was daddy. We had brunch at our favorite kid-friendly restaurant with our mothers and laughed and shared our day together. It was perfect. What a privilege it is to be a mother; I hope I never take it for granted.

Of course, summer is fast approaching and I'll have to re-read this blog to remind myself that motherhood really is a blessing and not a curse. When I feel my nerves being frazzled to the core, I'll have to repeat my new mantra: "Strawberry pancakes. Strawberry pancakes. Strawberry pancakes." I will either gain 10 pounds or be a much sweeter and gentler mom...time will only tell.