Mother Day 2010

Today I woke up to my 3 precious daughters and sweet husband singing "Happy Mother's Day to me".
5 year old Zoe included the "cha cha cha" at the end of each phrase.  Victoria told her she did great.  (How sweet is that?)

The cards were so thoughtful, especially Victoria's homemade one.  Starbucks gift card was stuck in Jason's. YAY for me! I Love their Chai Lattes.

We attended a wonderful Mother's Day service at church and then we ate at my choice restaurant, today's? Pei Wei... So Delicious!  We ended the lunch with chocolate covered strawberries.

Shopping at Target for my mother's day present was so fun with the girls!

I spent the rest of my afternoon and evening working on 2 quizzes and a 4 page reflection paper (all due tonight) ughh....

But the evening wasn't over.  Victoria had spent the afternoon working on her class presentation and studying her math.  Somehow she had time to write me a poem.  When she read it to me, I cried.

Here is the poem from my 8 year old.

"What My Mom Means to Me"

I lay down on my bed, trying to go to sleep.  I go to sleep at last, but wake up with a fright.  I had a nightmare, and here is what it was.  I was walking down a dark, shadowy road, and could hear ghosts flying by.  I heard loud footsteps coming down the road.  I turned to see what it was.  A monster was described this way: one big eye, purple hair, and huge claws.  That's when I woke up.  I was screaming and kept on screaming until my mom walked in.  She went to my bed and hugged me tight.  Then, she read me a story.  I felt like a person with wings.  I went to sleep and didn't have a nightmare.

The next morning, after breakfast, I asked to go outside.  It was Mother's Day, and I wanted to thank my mom.  My dad said, Yes.  So I went outside.  Our yard was full of daisys, violets, and dandelions.  I picked two daisys, four violets, and six dandelions.  I went inside just when my mom walked in.  I carefully walked in, stepped in front of my mom and said, "I want to give you something special, special from the heart.  And, so I give you flowers, flowers from our yard."

Then my mom says, "Sweetie, I will put these in my bedroom, and smell them over and over again."

So, I tell you what my mom means to me,
      she smells like a rose,
             and looks like a flower.

So, what she means to me is a gift from God.

~ Victoria Hyams May 2010

I love her!

I love all my girls!

I'm so blessed to be the wife of one incredible man, Jason and the mother to 3 perfect girls.

It was a Happy Mother's Day!