Happy Mother's Day

This year was indeed a happy mother's day! Russ helped me clean the house on Saturday so I wouldn't have to worry about it on Sunday. He had to work his usual graveyard shift on Saturday night so he went to bed Sunday morning after a hug and quick mother's day back rub.
When Russ woke up around two he was so excited to give me my present, it was a the food steamer I'd been coveting for a while, and after all you can never have too many small kitchen appliances. I love the look on his face when he knows he's nailed it! My mom got me a book called "confessions of a totally insane mother" Hmmm, I wonder what she was implying?
We finished the day with dinner with Russ' family and even had a few minutes alone before he left for work again. But I think my favorite part of the day was when I was putting Taevin to bed and I thanked him for the mother's day present, he replied "you're welcome, but I think there should be a moms and dads give presents to kids day", I said there is, it's called Christmas. Love that kid!
Anyway, I'm grateful to be a mother to three of the cutest and most wonderful kids ever, and also to the many mothers in my life who inspire me to be better.

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