Chicken Nuggets

Sam: Mom, what's your lucky number?

Me:  Hmmmm...three.  It's three for sure.

Sam: Why?

Me:  Sam plus Max plus Jake.  Three.

 



I love being a mother.  I love my three boys.  Through them I have learned to more fully appreciate, love and understand my own parents.  Through these three little boys I have learned a whole other dimension of love.  I am forever grateful to be a mother; their mother. 

They spoiled me on this Mothers Day with breakfast in bed, handmade cards, flowers for my hair, and lego representations of me (my personal favorite by far!)

I was one lucky girl to spend the first part of this week with my own mother.  She came for a visit just because and it was wonderful.  My mother is everything I hope to be someday.  She is happy.  She is a listener, a real listener.  She is thoughtful.  I don't know how, but she remembers special things about everyone.  She is one of my favorite friends.  Oh, I love her!

And oh, I almost forgot!  Max gave me a card after church today. His teacher helped him fill in the blank to several statements about his mom.  This one was my favorite:

My mom is as pretty as....CHICKEN NUGGETS.

He does love him some chicken nuggets, so I'm taking it as a compliment.