The Mother's Day Text Message

This morning, Mother's Day 2010, I received a profound text message. "Poop. Happy Mother's Day." It was actually two, one from yesterday I hadn't yet read, and another for this special day. Somehow they arrived simultaneously.

Why did my Mother heart smile at this funny four letter word? My precious little boy, still in bed, thought of me and sent this love note. (He does this from time to time.) More impressive--he knew it was Mother's Day. The content of his letter told me he loves me and thinks I'm a fun Mom.

He may be the baby of the family --don't say that b word in his presence-- but he's the one who asks "Mom, do you have your keys?" before closing the van door. He knows me well. He's the "Mom, will you massage my feet?" guy.

Caden entered my world a little later in life, about the time many of my friends started having grandkids. It was a tough pregnancy--I was an emotional basketcase--but today, I can't imagine Mother's Day without the wonderful letters of affection he sends me.

My Daddy is home from the hospital

Friday nite my "Daddy" was taken to the hospital.

No, I don't call him that anymore -- I'm too old for that -- but he'll always be that to me -- my Daddy. He thinks I'm amazing and in his eyes I'm eternally young and beautiful. On the phone its "how's my favorite daughter?" OK, so I'm his only daughter but for some reason it still feels good to hear those words. His hugs are magnificent and warming.

Time is slipping away much too quickly, eyes need reading glasses, waists thicken and loved ones -- die. But, today I'm so thankful that "my Daddy" is doing well and hasn't been whisked off to Heaven quite yet. I'm very very thankful to God for letting me have him a little longer and HOPEFULLY alot longer!