Well... happy Mother's Day to all you great women out there. I was awoken today by three boys jumping on my bed singing Happy Mother's Day to you, then smothered in hugs and kisses, which were promptly wiped away, just in case those cooties made them fall in love! Then I was given all the wonderful homemade gifts, thank you primary presidency and kindergarten! I received many wonderful "coupons" from my generous boys. Free kisses, hugs, snuggles, bed making, cleaning rooms, gathering laundry, etc. Only last time I checked, my boys already did all these things for "free", part of their rent for living here. But it was such a nice gesture. They also made "beautiful" bead necklaces at their primary activity yesterday, but both decided only to lend me them today and then I have to give them back because they really like them... Hmmm..somewhere along the line I may have neglected giving the lesson on meaningful giving. Oops, yet another way I have failed as a mother.
Ryan even woke up early to make waffles, his favorite breakfast! Thanks sweetheart. Only to have to leave quickly for a 9:00 sacrament meeting he needed to be at, because he was called into the bishopric yesterday. Happy freakin' Mother's Day. I knew this was coming to, not that I am not grateful for the opportunity, and I know he will do a great job. But yesterday as I was walking through the neighborhood and visiting with neighbors I happened to mention to one neighbor what a great break we were enjoying from being "anxiously engaged" in ward callings, we really loved where we were at and what we were doing.
Add to that Ryan's severe mockery of all things holy! Recently our bishop from my home ward moved and they are now replacing him. So Ryan, being the clever fellow he is,made up a "bishop bracketology", modeled after March Madness, ranking everyone in the ward and putting them in a tournament bracket. Then he forwarded it to our old bishop (who is also a great friend) who was being released, WOW! All fun and games, but his blasphemy caught up to him late last night as we sat in the stake presidents office and he received the call. So here we are again, ready for another life change, ready to tackle sitting by myself with three rowdy boys. Life is beautiful isn't it?
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