Mother's Day

Last weekend I had probably the best Mother's Day ever.
I don't really know why other than I am taking a lot more Prozac than usual.
Also, George has been really nice lately; I'm trying to figure out what he wants.
The kids were really sweet and they made me the most beautiful cards.
George had gone to a Carolina Hurricanes game on Friday with a friend from work, thanks to a very kind vendor. They had great seats and he had a lot of fun. He ended up buying me the prettiest nightgown and robe from Victoria's Secret. Honestly, it is so cute, I'd wear it out as a dress if I could. He felt bad that he couldn't afford to buy me a Coach bag like his friend did for his wife, but what on earth would I do with a Coach bag right now, anyway? The baby would just puke on it or the kids would use it to carry sticks and rocks to their secret clubhouse. Did I mention the time I found out Skylar had been using my $20 facial moisturizer as lotion for her legs? It's useless having anything that can't be replaced at Wal-Mart.
Church was really nice. All the moms were given chocolate bars and I was able to eat mine fast enough that my children did not take even one bite of it. During sacrament meeting, we sang "I Am a Child of God" and Lucy was so happy as she watched her Daddy conduct the music. She tried to sing and I could feel her little chest hum beneath my hands. For some reason, it was such an absolutely spiritual moment for me as I looked toward the front of the chapel. I can't even explain it. It was like just at that moment, I understood the divine in music in a way I have not felt before.
After church, we went to Mindy and Kevin's for dinner and everyone really enjoyed themselves. Drake was his cheekiest for his "Aunt Minnie".
Skylar wrote me the most beautiful poem. I cried. She's becoming quite the poet these days. I think Elizabeth would be proud of her.

Mom kneels
Her makeup on
Changing diapers
On Drake and Lucy's bottoms
Her brown eyes sparkle
And her rings glisten
Like stars on her fingers
She goes about the house listening,
Ready to help one of us
And when I think of her
She's smiling at me
And telling me stories.