Brandon has been working such long hours lately, working most Saturdays to make some extra income, which is a blessing, but we are definitely feeling the strain of it. There isn’t a single morning that we have together to just be home with no agenda and have a slow morning. This past Saturday, the kids and I went and picked out a few plants for a very simple, small container garden for the porch for my mother’s day gift. Basically, greens, cucumbers, and tomatoes, and a pot of herbs. The barest of essentials. I really miss having the space and light at our last house to have more extensive beds. For now, though, this is about the only spot of full sun we have in the summer. We planted together late Saturday afternoon before Brandon pulled in from work. Sunday morning, Mother’s Day, I was still feeling pretty icky from a nasty chest cold I had been fighting, so we decided to stay home from church. It was the most glorious morning, a nearly perfect Mother’s day. Brandon let me sleep in (till like 7! haha. i kept thinking “hurry, go back to sleep! this is your chance!” and eventually gave up), then brought me coffee and my bible/journal and knitting wip basket. It was heaven to just stay in bed, linger over the Scripture and not have children clambering over me and asking me questions before my coffee has even brewed. It didn’t last too terribly long before little curious feet found their way to my bed, but how can you resist snuggling with your babes on mother’s day, of all days? Brandon made a fancy breakfast and we ate on the front porch by our little garden, with bouquets of peonies placed here and there. We had another cup of coffee together (well, chai for him), and read, knitted, snuggled the rest of the morning. My parents dropped by to bring a little mother’s day gift + fresh tulips and we hung out for a bit. It was such a peaceful day, breezy, sunny and perfect weather. It was a rare extravagance to have a morning like that after our endless morning bustle lately. What a gift it is to be a mother to these three little ones. It really is my favorite thing ever, and their ages right now are so fun I don’t want any of it to change. The days are long and crazy and tiresome and I usually feel completely pushed to the end of my limits at day’s end, but somehow I still would take it over any other job. It’s good to remember that when I feel prone to complain.
everything He gives 