May 11

It was a chill Mother's Day, which is exactly the kind of day I wanted.

It started with a cinnamon roll, a mimosa, coffee, and presents in bed, and then we headed off to church. Afterward we had our customary Sunday morning visit to Logan's grave, where I took a few extra seconds to chat with my oldest son; mostly to tell him that I miss him. 

And then it was back home, where I spent the rest of my day. Adam took the kiddos to visit his mom up in Lafayette, and while they were gone, I worked on a sweater I've been crocheting for the past few days and took in a few old episodes of "Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys." (I so loved Nancy Drew when I was a young reader, and I so clearly remember my mom reading those books to me, too. They're good memories.)

We finished off our day with Costco pizza for dinner; I wanted pizza and Abby remarked that she missed the Costco variety, so I said why not? A lot of being a mom is being flexible, so it seemed like a solid choice since I didn't have a strong preference.

As I reflect on the past 20-plus years of motherhood with which I've been gifted, I feel a strong sense of gratitude. Although it's painful that Logan isn't here with us, I'm so blessed to have Abby and Isaac and Brady. I'm blessed to be able to watch them grow (and grow and grow... look how short I am these days!) and mature. And I'm blessed beyond measure to have children who are good people with kind hearts. I'd love to take the credit for who they are, but the glory goes entirely to God and His work in their lives. I'm just the woman who was blessed to be chosen as their mom.