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A Blessed Mother's Day

 

Mother's Day Weekend

There is really nothing quite so sweet as tiny little baby feet.

My Mother's Day Flowers...much too cold to be outside...

This will be a picture heavy post with few words. A few weeks ago, nearly three, my niece gave birth to her second child, a little girl. As you may remember, this child would be the first baby girl in the family in thirty-five years. 

She had a big brother waiting at home.

He really loves her...

most of the time. ツ

Maternal grandmother, my sister, holding her new grandbaby

What a face...

Obviously, I am now so old that I don't care what I look like and how I present myself here. (I think that brother must have been up to something. Ha!)

On Saturday, I had a wonderful surprise. My sister, brother-in-law, niece, little great-nephew (new big brother), and new baby great-niece arrived for a visit. We had lunch together and spent a few hours soaking up the new baby. She hardly made a peep.

Up Close

Little Big brother did some riding

On Sunday, my son and grands arrived. We had lunch together and then they went outside and did yard work for two hours. Six hours of yard work...woot!

It was a wonderful Mother's Day Weekend... I sure do love my peeps.

P.S. Meant to thank those who commented on last post and left such comforting messages regarding Judy. I am most appreciative.

A Greeting

Source: Pixaby

Message in the Daffodils

~My Mother's Daffodil Garden~

Many blessings!

Happy Mother's Day

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There are so many things to love about this graphic from the mom's sensible shoes to the little girl's presenting her mother with flowers probably picked from the mother's own garden and the delight on the mother's face all the same. And it is not often that mothers' dresses match the tops of their brooms. ッ
🌸Proverbs 31:28🌸
May your day be filled with blessings and delights!

Changes

Anyone out there like changes? It has to be a healthful thing if one is able to embrace them since there are so many in this life.

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This represents a big one for me. The home that my son and daughter-in-law and my daughter purchased fifteen years ago has now officially been outgrown. Those grandsons need room to grow.

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At the time, it was a wonderful concept. My daughter lived upstairs and my son and family lived downstairs. Expenses were shared and, of course, the mortgage was divided.

Now they are moving on. It appears that everyone is moving out of town. My daughter has purchased land some distance away upon which her new home will be built over the summer; my son and his wife are looking at a home in a neighboring town.
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So give me a pep talk, if you will. Do your children and grands live in your town? Too far away? What is good or bad about that? 
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Happy Mother's Day weekend!

Food and Flowers, Boys and Baseball, Givers and Gifts

What a valuable resource a blog can be! For example, when my son brought this yellow flowering plant by on Sunday afternoon saying that he had no idea what it was, I could tell him because he brought the same kind of plant by one other Mother's Day. It is Lemon Chiffon Superbells. Now if only John had given me one of the red plants before. Neither of us knows what it is. A begonia of some sort? Anyone know?

Because of unseasonably cold weather this week, the plants must live inside. 

Eventually, I'll move the Chiffon Bells to the front yard, probably where the Morning Glories used to live behind the mailbox there. I no longer grow Morning Glories because they are only around for six short weeks. Not enough color for May, June, and July. They proved to be more trouble than they were worth, but I did love them.

Sam found this bird bath (I have zero intention of providing a buffet for the squirrels) at the local Flea Market. He loves Cardinals, both the baseball variety and the birds. This is made using a deck spindle for the base...very sweet! 

Laurel gave me this pretty little bedside lamp with a USB charger built right in. I have never had a bedside lamp before. Now that I have used it for two nights, I am totally sold on a bedside lamp.

The best gifts of Mother's Day are always my visitors . I am blessed to live in the same town where both my adult children live. I see my grandchildren weekly, especially in spring when they are playing baseball. (It may not look like it in the photo to the left, but they were playing baseball online and loving it.)

 

Someday, I won't be so antisocial, but these games are played in the evening when it is cold. The car is cozy enough and this vantage point right behind home plate has proven to be my favorite. I believe that Jake is on the pitcher's mound as he is pitching this year. Sam made Little League so he's busy playing second base. This week, I have four home games to attend. Two for each grandson. John loves that I am out of the house for the evening news. Now he can watch in peace. ☺

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 ~Waiting for Breakfast~

~Delicious!~

I tried a couple of new recipes this week so am sharing. The first has already been baked twice so they are a keeper.  The grands liked them and you can find the recipe at Life is Good. Look around! Karen's photos are wonderful and Maryland is beautiful.

~Karen's Chocolate Chippers~

           

This Pinterest recipe is being shared because it is such an easy way to prepare  tacos for a family. I love ease. We did not enjoy this batch as much as we would have IF I had purchased a truly mild salsa. My error. I'll do it correctly next time because it was not only easy, it was good. It can easily be adjusted to suit your family's tastes. Find the recipe on Pinterest under Taco Bake or here.

A wonderful week to you!

Mother's Day Greeting

The sweetest sounds to mortals given 

Are heard in Mother, Home, and Heaven

~William Goldsmith Brown

If you have a mom, there is nowhere you are likely to go  where a prayer has not already been. 
~Robert Brault

♥Happy Mother's Day!♥

Of Mother's Day and Morphine Drips

Hmmm...let's see. I think it is time to post more often before my stats bottom out for the last time. A look at the past few months is truly shocking. Let's just say that only you are reading anymore. =D


I enjoyed a lovely Mother's Day weekend. My daughter took me shopping on Saturday and bought me shoes...real shoes...not slides, not flops. It makes walking so much nicer. I am too old for the choices of former years. On Sunday, the boys came to visit with their dad bringing warm scones, a hanging plant, and  a Scentsy bird. 

I asked the grands what they had given their mother for Mother's Day and Sam said, "The best thing we could give Mom was visiting you." What a pip! Anytime! Glad to be of service.

The boys were so cute. They found two little girls "tight-roping" across a fallen tree in the ravine. They didn't think it looked safe (as indeed it was not) and told their dad. My son in turn told me and I asked him to calmly and firmly tell them  to get down carefully. I tend to get shrill in such moments. Don't they look darling in the forest? No shoes! And that really scared me, too, because of all the glass down there.

Yesterday Monday morning, my daughter called me (after working the night shift) saying that she was very ill and would need to get to the doctor. We spent many hours in Emergency Care from 10 am to 7:30 pm. She has an ulcer and so is on the proper medications for it. I had no idea that people could be so very ill with an ulcer. They gave her a morphine drip and anti-nausea medication and Percocet before they released her.

Poor daughter was a titch loopy and said to the nurse, "I'm just glad that you didn't make me wear a gurney  gourney." Ever helpful, I explained that she meant "a jersey." The nurse said, "You gals have to be tired. You mean a *johnny!"  
I  know that I was tired, but my daughter had worked all night and was still going. No wonder she didn't remember "johnny," though John can't figure out how we could forget that. (*I have since been told by my sister that "johnny" is a local term. What is the term for hospital nightgowns in your area? No need to tell me if it is "hospital nightgown." ☺)

I'll save what other little news for another post in a day or three. I haven't even told you about the squirrel in the basement or that my father is having another rough go with a blood clot in his "good" leg. Oh life can be so exciting. I'm hoping for a return to less excitement.

Thank you for stopping by! 

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My Mother's Arms

Tomorrow is Mother's Day in North America. I have been thinking about the holiday for many weeks and what I would say or even if I would say anything. I wanted to share a video of Cynthia Clawson singing *My Mother's Faith.* Trouble was that I don't exactly agree with the theology of it on a number of levels. What I do know is that every time I listen to it, I am reduced to tears. Sometimes, it would be more true to say sobs. Doesn't that just inspire you to listen? ☺

My mother's arms held me many times through the years. She passed away in 2011. She was not a perfect mother because no mother ever is, though she was as close to perfect as a human could be and has become more perfect with each passing day of missing her. Once you have said that last earthly goodbye, you become very aware of the stark difference between life with a loving mom and life without one. My own grandmother would say, "When your mother has gone to heaven, you have lost your best advocate on earth." (The Lord is, of course, our best advocate always. We're talking mortal advocate for nobody loves you like a good and godly mama.) I was blessed. I am blessed. On the other hand, my father and I have never shared that close a bond. The dynamics of our relationship were messy and the relationship is broken even now. He is now 85 years old and ill. He is facing end of life status with a broken knee, leg, and heart. He is recovering from a heart attack just this past Monday. He doesn't have much working heart tissue left as the result of heart disease. Needless to say, these things press heavily on my mind. I have given him to God many times through the years. It is one of the reasons why I liked the novel The Shack because it helped me to realize that some things only Heaven can heal. My prayer is that one day the circle will be unbroken. I want to wish you a Happy and Blessed Mother's  Day, one where you remember your mother or honor her. There are many women who have never had children of their own, yet are mothers who serve in that capacity every single day. Perhaps you are one of those or have one to remember or honor! Whatever the case may be, keep your faith in The Lord intact and thereby help others to find faith of their own in Him. It's what this life is all about. Many blessings... 

Happy Mother's Day

May God bless you richly this Mother's Day!  graphics thanks to Little Birdie Blessings

Mother's Day

Coral Roses in the Rain~A Mother's Day Gift

Grandmother and Mother on Mother's Day 2010

Mother's Day will never come and go without my thinking of my own mother and Nan, too. Mother's Day will never be the same without them; we miss them so. 

On this Mother's Day, I am thinking about a prayer found at Elisabeth Eliot's Devotional nearly a year ago. (And I know that you would also enjoy the post for this day that you will find there if you visit.) The prayer is as follows.

A prayer written by Amy Carmichael has been my prayer as long as I have been a mother, and I pray it now for my grandchildren: (Elisabeth Eliot)

Father, hear us, we are praying,
Hear the words our hearts are saying,
We are praying for our children.
Keep them from the powers of evil
From the secret, hidden peril,
From the whirlpool that would suck them,
From the treacherous quicksand pluck them,
Holy Father, save our children.
From the worldling's hollow gladness,
From the sting of faithless sadness,
Through life's troubled waters steer them,
Through life's bitter battle cheer them,
Father, Father, be Thou near them.
Read the language of our longing,
Read the wordless pleadings thronging,
Holy Father, for our children.
And wherever they may bide,
Lead them Home at eventide.

   

Daughter, Son, and I~Mother's Day 1980

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