Well it was alright. I was a little tired from the Shiny Toy Guns concert the night before but there isn't anything better than having little elves wake you up bearing gifts, flowers and a breakfast menu. The girls had spent the day before applying liberal amounts of glitter to handmade cards. Alyssa gave me a poetry book she made at school. She is pretty shy about sharing her true feelings about people, even me, so she didn't want me to even read it. Eventually she caved. I will keep her thoughts private, but secretly I think she likes me. Avery's, on the other hand, I will share. He found this poem on the net and it didn't name an author so whoever wrote it, I thank you. The card should have come with a few tissues.
For all that you have given me,
I can return but love. For you
Bound up the wounds I did not see
And you gave me hopes and passions new.
I can return but love for you,
whose unmoved faith my heart did move.
And give me hopes and passions new,
And loved me till I turned to love.
Whose unmoved faith did my heart move?
The mother of my heart, not blood.
Who loved me till I turned to love.
And I became the soul I would.
The mother of my heart, not blood,
Bound up the wounds I did not see.
And I became the soul I would
for all that you have given me.
Of course in the middle of all this love fest I have to remember my own mom who was, for better or worse, buried on Mother's Day weekend in 2005. We all miss her more than words can say. So to all my friends who are moms, a belated Happy Mother's Day.
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