Sharing

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!