My mother's day began with a beautiful solitary run around 7 a.m. (Those of you who have been following my nutrition struggles will note that I used Gatorade Endurance this morning with great success. I like the taste and no tummy ache.)
When I got home all of my men were waiting for me with homemade gifts. Ryan made a book at school.
"I love my mom because she cooks soup."
"I love my mom because she takes me to the movies." (We saw Polar Express this past summer at the movies, and Ryan found a way to include a drawing of a train even in my Mother's Day present!)
Kel has some mysterious gift coming via an email, which I haven't gotten yet. I'm hoping a gift certificate to a tri-related store. I could really use a cycle jersey.
We had a leisurely morning and headed off to church, then to our favorite pizza place, Avicolli's, for lunch.
Kel headed off to the gym for a swim, and then I'm headed to the Syracuse Symphony Youth Orchestra concert where one of my students has a big solo. I'm not even going to think about what we are having for dinner...I'm officially taking the day off of cooking! (I'm not positive that Kel knows this, but I'm sure he'll figure out something...pb&j or mac-n-cheese, most likely.)
Happy Mother's Day to all my friends who are out there every day doing the best (and hardest) job there is.
"There is no way to be a perfect mother, and a million ways to be a good one."