Mother's Day. It's a beautiful day, one that I look forward to with anticipation and excitement. Everyday is Mother's Day for me though. My husband spoils me on a regular basis and my children make my heart happy every day. 

Sometimes I just stop and look at them for a few minutes especially when I see something I recognize, something that tells me they're mine. Like the smallest one who cries at the drop of a hat. I remember a little girl who would cry if you looked at her wrong or raised your voice. But she was also a girl who could withstand an incredible amount of instabibilty in her life and push through the hard times. 

Or the middle one who knows exactly what he doesn't want but isn't so sure of what he does want. I remember a kid who would drive her mother crazy when she would take her shopping for clothes. No matter what her mom picked out, she didn't like it, simply because her mom picked it out. That kid grew up knowing exactly what she didn't want for her life and eventually figured out what she did want.

And the oldest one who has clear defined interests and follows them and then changes directions after learning it may not be what he really wants. I remember a girl who wanted to be an astronaut but decided she wanted to be a wife and mother more.
My children are my heart and I love being a mother. I've always wanted to be a wife and mother and I wanted to do it in that order. God granted me my deepest desires and for that I am so grateful. 


