He loves me. He really loves me.

A mother’s day to remember. Ella is sick with bronchiolitis. Dallin is recovering and going nuts from being sequestered all week. Jeff has early meetings. And I’m still in my p.j.s feeling the less than glorious moments of motherhood and wondering if this is truly what mother’s day is all about. In a way it is because these are the moments that make you wonder if it’s all worth it. And then I’m reassured that it is. I know that it is. Partly because there is a father that makes this mother who I am. He gives them a gift daily by the way that he loves me. He really loves me.
(and he knows my fave flowers 1.gerbera daisies  2.tulips  3.roses in that order)