Mudder's Day

Mother's Day 2011 will be filed away in my mind as the first year Jonah really "got it".

Bless his heart, he WANTED desperately to make me happy for Mother's Day, and that just blessed my socks off.

He's still working on pronouncing a "th" sound, so Mother's Day sounds like Mudder's Day. (Adorable.)

At school on Friday, the kindergartners sang their mudders sweet songs, brought us tea, and presented gifts. Jonah was really distressed that his gift (a personally grown sprout and popsicle-stick flower) had not turned out the way he planned. I think in his head, it just wasn't worthy.

He overheard me talking with Daddy about wanting new bedding, so at Kohl's on Friday, he dragged a blue and brown striped comforter out and told me he wanted to get it for me for Mudder's Day. My heart melted a little.

Saturday, after his flag football game, Michael and Jonah ran into Target to get a few things we needed. Gracie was exhausted, so she and I waited in the car.

As I was reading my book, killing time, my car door suddenly opened, and there was a sweet 5 year old with a bouquet of flowers bigger than him exclaiming, "Happy Mudder's Day!"

You could see by his enormous smile, he had found a worthy gift. One that his mudder would not just like, but LOVE.

*teary and sniffling*