On Mother's Day morning, on our rainy way out the door to church ---
"Hey, Mom - can you help me cut some flowers for my girlfriend's mom?
I want to do something to thank her mom for being such a good mother."
After picking my jaw up from the floor, I gave him the kitchen scissors and sent him out into the drizzle,
directing from the dry doorway,
"Snip a piece of that, get one of those ... cut a nice long stem.
Hurry, it's raining harder!"
I hope she was blessed - I sure was.
It was an adjustment to have to share the glory on Mother's Day.
You know I am the previous Queen of the Day.
Just the beginning of things to come as the mother of sons!