A mother's day story

Let me tell you a story

It was mother's day

A rather unusually bright and warm kind of mother's day

Me-wanting to stick to Taylor tradition gathered the babies for a picture

A time stamp of how old, peacefully content, (and tired)I looked on that particular mother's day

Someone(s) has the plague of the permanent wiggles

no known cure

highly contagious

(Yes. He is biting his bum.

No. I don't know why)

Someone was tired and didn't want to

Oh, you were just kidding.

Good one.

Someone found great pleasure in this particular picture

And this one

Whuahaha, I tricked you into it

And my personal favorite

Ty using his pointer finger to "read" through his mother's day chocolate options

His necklace flashlight head lamp combo only enhanced his chocolate choosing capabilities

You can never be too prepared for what may lie ahead. . .

In this case a very important decision

Happy Mother's Day to all of those beautiful mother's who inspire me to spend more time and effort loving my babies. To all those who bite their tongue, use their extra spare and hard to find patience when they need it. To all those who truly dedicate themselves in service to their families. To all those who magify their sacred calling of motherhood and inspire me to do the same.

I love being a mother

The words almost sound trite

Being a mother is sacred to me, so much so that I spend the majority of my earthly time worrying and contemplating this role. How to do right by them, how to teach them, how to love them, how to help schedule them, how to help them learn life's hard lessons, how to help them keep their second estate and return to their Father and Mother who are much much better at parenting them than I am.

Here's to motherhood, the lovely, the crazy, and the sticky.