Best. Mother's Day. Ever.

While I've enjoyed the privilege of celebrating Mother's Day the last 7 years—year 8 takes the cake! Not because of the gifts I received (although those were great, too), but because of the fact that this year the gifts came from the boys' hearts. I was adorned with handwritten poems, accolades and drawings that made me feel like I must be doing something right. Although I gushed with every little envelope and package I opened that day, later that night I sat quietly and reread every word and studied the pictures. I was humbled by their love.

Someone told me when we we were expecting our first boy that daughters love their moms, but that sons are in love with their moms. After today, I believe I understand that concept.

A photo of me and Wil at the Mother's Day Tea Party given by his class.