Oh, what a day.

What a year.

And what a way to celebrate...with our village.

 Henry loved my hat.

 

 Horse saddle for photo opps. 

The "kids" took advantage.

Andrew made these beautiful wooden horses for all of the kids for party favors.  

Only catch - you had to participate in the horse race.

 And the main event!

 Such is life with Hank and Frank.

(Maybe not feeling so well after eating fried chicken bones, pie and cake?  At least he looks dapper in his own bow tie.)

This is a little segment I like to call, "Andrew had the camera."

(Which leads to...goal of the summer: #1 Teach Andrew how to use the camera.)

Not so bad yet...

Questionable.

 And, here we go.

 Yep.  That is supposed to be upside down.

 Reign it in.

Pun intended.

And finally taking a spin in the present Andrew fully restored.

It was a beautiful day for our beautiful boy.

Feeling blessed as we start Henry's 52nd week.

Happy Monday, all.

I read earlier this year that Mother's Day is so important to mommies because it is the only holiday we earn.

By getting pooped on, peed on, thrown up on, snotted on, cried at, whined at.

It's the most humbling, bring you to your knees, wish-you-were-better experience...with patience, and loving, and crafting, and creativity, and blogging, and cooking, and cleaning, and being present, and fixing things, and being more spontaneous, and wifing (yes, that's a word I made up.)

Sounds really great, right?

 This experience that makes you doubt everything, yet provides the most clarity on what's important to you, your family, your faith, and your life?

It is.

It is, it is, it is...one thousand times over.

 Happy Mother's Day, mamas, especially to my own.