I try to take a picture with the kids every Mother's Day but as you can see from the kid's faces, they weren't really in the sentimental mood. I wanted them to smile pretty but then realized after a few failed attempts that I'd rather capture their real personalities than stiff smiles.
Even though he says he doesn't mind and he insists that he's happy with where we are in life, I've always felt bad seeing someone like him, who grew up so rurally living in a subdivision, working in a cubicle, driving a minivan, with only a couple pairs of Wranglers in his closet. I feel like anything we can do to move him back in the direction of his roots is a good thing. Just as I long to stay reconnected to my past, I know he does too. As much as we love where we live and feel so blessed for his great job and our friends, I guess you can say we both feel like fish out of water. But this is probably the best middle ground for someone like me and someone like him to come together.
On Mother's Day, Dennis made me a huge breakfast, which he knows is my favorite meal, and my sweet kids gave me sweet love notes and ate the treats that they were supposed to give to me as part of their Mother's Day gift. I guess the empty crumpled bags they gave me in their own way said, "It's the thought that counts." But I did get lots of extra hugs and kisses and unsolicited "I love you"'s which is far better than any candy that I'd have to work off at the gym anyway. Being a mom and a wife are the best things that have ever happened to me.