It's Tuesday night and I still feel like I'm stepping off of Cloud 9. What a wonderful weekend, really and truly. To start, my dad surprised me with playoff Celtics tickets for a Saturday night--win win: date night with the mister and Celtics! Woo hoo! From a very young age, I've been a Celtics fan and let me tell you, there is NOTHING like being in the Garden (the old or new) when everyone is up in their seats screaming...wonderfully electric! Thanks to my sweet husband who kept it all a secret and my cousin who stepped in and dared put all 3 kids to bed on a Saturday night. It was an amazing way to start the weekend. And then, there was Sunday...
Admittedly, I may have had one too many gin and tonics at the game on Saturday night, so my weary head slept until 9 a.m. Something that has not happened probably in eight years. Wow, it was nothing short of wonderful! Moved from the bed to the couch with my 3 littles all cuddled up and watched an entire, uninterrupted episode of Sunday Morning. Bliss again! And then, that husband of mine made me something wonderful. He compiled a little movie of the kids, from infancy to now, that utterly shook me to the core. I'm not sure I've ever cried so many tears of joy in my life...seriously. The soundtrack composed of two of my favorite songs: this one from Iron and Wine and this one from Bon Iver. Looking at all three of my children, in all their individual and collective glory, was just the best gift ever. Devin, you finally surprised me, baby...and it was well worth the wait.
After all the crying, there was some more, I must be honest. Devin included a picture of my Nana and I logged onto Facebook to find another one of my other Nana...
both women who are so dearly missed, especially on the days when I think of the amazing women that came before me and exemplified what motherhood is all about. Both women had so many children, so little time, so little resources but never lacked love, dedication or selflessness. They are my heroes and I wish more than anything in the world to make one more batch of tollhouse cookies with Christine or hit up one more church rummage sale with Velma. Words fall short to express how much I miss them. And, clearly, style runs in my veins...check out the boots on my Nana! And then...
I had some time with own Mum and all that sadness vanished. We went to see the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel and I beg of you to go see that movie. Fantastic, moving, funny...wonderful. As we were munching popcorn, I looked over at my mum and remembered that not too long ago, we were not sure how many Mother's Day we'd have together. One thing I've learned from my mother is with hard work, anything is possible, even beating cancer. I am a very lucky lady to have you as my mum and best friend, Mum.
So, yes, as life always is, this weekend was filled with joy, sadness, and endless amounts of love. Okay, must run and rinse the color out of my hair...the above picture inspired a new cut and color. (More on that later!) I hope all of you mums out there had a magical weekend, too!
