Sunday was Mother’s Day. Hopefully, you all called your mothers. Or sent a card. Or SOMETHING. The Parakeet was so looking forward to Mother’s Day. Rather than be passive agressive or silently wish, she clearly warned the Huz.
“Mother’s Day is Sunday. Please plan something nice for me. I will be disappointed if you do not.”
Is that straightforward or what? Married People, take note: There is no point in ‘hinting’. Really, probably, Ever.
On Sunday morning, Little O woke up at about 6:15. They heard his squawks over the monitor. Typical time. The Parakeet rolled over and started to sit up.
“No! No, I’m going” The Huz leaped out of bed. Phew, the Parakeet was relieved. She rested, never really falling back asleep, and grabbed a book. How nice was this? A Sunday morning in bed with a book. She curled up in the covers.
The Huz changed and fed O and then the two of them went to the grocery store.
Let’s say that one more time: The Huz went to the Grocery Store.
This was a gift in itself. The Huz does not go to the grocery store.
The Parakeet lay in bed with her book hearing the silence through the house and realized something that you all will not believe: this was the first time she was home alone since Little O was born. She has, of course, left the house without O, but she has not been in the house without O. (OK, there was one time when O was six weeks old and she starting having a breakdown in front of his crib when he wouldn’t sleep and the Huz took him on a walk, but really does that count?) The next forty-five minutes stretched on for about half a day. The Parakeet finished her book. She rolled over in the covers. She sipped the cup of coffee the Huz had left her. It was glorious.
When her babes returned, they had purple tulips and breakfast.
Ahh, Mother’s Day.
They put O down for his morning nap and leisurely talked and got ready for church. They got O to church just in time. He was happy to be there and made friends with the 11 month old in the pew ahead of them.
After church, the Huz prepared a picnic and their little family spent time at the local park.
O went down for Nap#2 and so did the rest of the house. It was a splendid, splendid Day.
Would that all Sundays were “Mother’s Days”….
A Bird, A Carpenter, and a Baby 
How cute are your boys in their matching sweaters! I ❤ this post.
Check out the matching daddy/baby outfits!
Good for you! Your Uncle Steve informed me a long time ago “You’re not my Mother”. [But, he did play the guitar for the kids as they sang a Mother’s Day song they wrote for me–and they still sing it for me every year! [sans guitar] 🙂
Aw, that was so sweet it made me slightly weepy! Happy mother’s day, Sara. Y0u’re a natural and it SHOULD be celebrated!