happy mother's day

Lucy and Dyami both made me lovely cards, and got me some beautiful earrings and a necklace. Julia got me a good night's rest (which, no offense, L and D, kind of was my favorite gift. Sleep is better than chocolate, better than ice cream, better than diamonds, better than, well, you know.)

I was a little releived that Lucy didn't ask for her gift, because for the last couple days she's been saying, "Kids get gifts for mother's day, too."

Hmmm. No, not really. Love ya, kid, but this here is _my_ day.

Except. Seen this year at Michaels: a stand of coloring books placed in the prime spot in front of the registers (Batman, Barbie, et al), with the label: "Mother's Day, May 9th!"

Excuse me, Michaels, but I think I've all set on Disney Princesses coloring books.

But why am I writing an exasperated post when this year, more than any other, I am feeling the fruits of motherhood? I have an inquisitive, bubbly three-year-old that likes dress-up and cooking and just was painting some watercolor butterflies with me. And I have a snuggly, soft baby girl that squeals with delight when she sees me and spreads God's joy with her smiles. And I am the mother of sisters that giggle when they see each other and give eachother pretty amazing snuggles.

So--better than coloring books, or earrings, or chocolate, or even sleep, is this gift--my girls, and my family.

Happy mother's day.