Monday, May 9, 2011
Sure the presents delivered to me in bed were appreciated, the ability to sleep in deeply so. The breakfast they made was lovely, and the oohs and aahs when I appeared in my first post-preggo heels made me believe that perhaps my future is not entirely comprised of sweat pants and spit up.
But what made my mother's day truly special?
I have a kid who did this:
And what is that terribly photographed jumble of paper?
My alchemist husband recently put his skills to work on a vintage card catalog that he transformed into my desk. I cut out slips of paper to label the adorable little drawers, and because I hadn't hidden them away with a padlock, Harlow took off with them. I was annoyed that I was going to have to trace and cut them all out again - until I saw what she'd done with the slips of paper.
She made flashcards. For her three week old brother.
I have a kid capable of that kind beauty. And that's why I had a wonderful mother's day.