My first mother's day was nice. We and several other families had a parent-child dedication service.
We basically stood in front of the congregation and acknowledged our child as a precious gift from God and we understood we have an obligation to raise her according to God's word, etc. We kept her in the service and it was nice. I had to take her out to feed her; we went into a quiet classroom. She wet to sleep and I took her back in the service.
The night before, Jason prepared a roast to go in the crock pot. I helped a little, but it was primarily his endeavor. Rachel, Chris and Tracy joined us for lunch on Mother's Day Sunday. My mom and I talked on the phone a few times. She was not feeling 100% to journey to our house, and it stormed pretty bad that evening which squashed our plans to drive down to see her. Speaking of sqashing, a branch fell out of a tree onto a dead tree and knocked it to the ground.
Jason, Chris and Tracy went to Blockbuster and Jason rented me a chick flick. While they were gone Joanna and I went over to see Sheryl for a few minutes.
Chris and Tracy stayed till like eight or so because they were waiting to hear from someone before they left.
