Happy Mother’s Day to all you mamas out there! I’m sitting here blogging while Scott is vanquishing the endless mountain of dirty dishes, so it is safe to say I’m having a pretty good one. Linking up with Rosie from a Blog for my Mom.
Mass today was a bit of a shock after Scott and I went by ourselves two weeks ago in Chicago and then we were all hit with a horrible fevers/colds/coughs plague last week, so we didn’t make it to Mass. We scrambled in right on time today, but of course the second we crossed the threshold all of a sudden both Ruth and Rose had to use the bathroom. So we ended up sauntering into the sanctuary not until the Gospel reading. Mom and Dad had kindly held some seats (read: an entire pew) for us, so we shuffled in. Wren had put the hymnal in my lap and was perched on my knees, but wanted to move the hymnal and lean back against me, so I had to push her forward a bit (while supporting her, of course) so that I could move the hymnal from my lap. Well, she got startled by me leaning her forward and thought she was going to fall, and started wailing loudly. I got her calmed down pretty quickly by just pulling her in and holding her, but the couple in the pew directly in front of us left the pew in a huff once Wren started wailing. Then, they pointedly made their way to a pew a sufficient distance away from us and sat back down. It was pretty embarrassing and hurtful. That was the only time Wren cried, and it was simply because I startled her and she thought she was going to fall. Oh well, something to offer up.
Dress is from Gap and the shoes were a gift from my mom.
Dress is from Carter’s and shoes are Saltwater Sandals.
Her dress is the baby’s, but Scott said she really wanted to wear it. It was bursting at the seams in the back, but I promised myself not to dwell on it. The dress was a gift from my sister-in-law, and the shoes are Saltwater Sandals.
Her romper is a really old hand-me-down from my cousin from back when Talbot’s had children’s clothing. The original wearer is now 15 years old. Her bonnet is from Briar Handmade and her shoes are Freshly Picked.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you: mothers of many, mothers of few, bereaved mothers, mothers of young ones, mothers of grown children, mothers of saints in heaven, and those of you desperately hoping to become mothers one day. My love and prayers go with you always, but especially today.
And a very happy Mother’s Day to the greatest mother of us all: The Blessed Mother. Whenever Wren points to her statue at church and cries out, “Mama! Mary!”, I must admit I get a little choked up. Yes, Wren. She is mother to us all.
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