I hope you all had a fabulous Mother's day weekend! After work on Friday, I was ready to come home and start celebrating! We let the girls play outside for a little bit, and then I came in, ordered pizza for dinner, and layed on the couch while everyone else was outside, and it was pretty fabulous!
I mean, what mom doesn't want to have some time just to herself????
Saturday morning, we went to Gretchen's dance recital (more on that to come later in the week) and then we loaded the girls in the car for a trip to Arkansas to surprise my mom for Mother's day!
Shh!!! No one tell her that we are coming!!!!!
She was rather shocked when we walked through her door four hours later!
Before we left town we stopped at the gas station near our house so DJ could grab a drink and a snack. We were parked right beside the post office truck, and I just knew that my Mother's day gift was on that truck! It was due to arrive on Friday, but it was delayed. We seriously sat in the parking lot for a few more minutes until the post lady came out. We asked her if she was about to deliver to our neighborhood and she let us know that she didn't deliver in our neighborhood, but that our lady should be there! So, we tracked her down, and she was super sweet enough to give us our mail since we were heading out of town!
I had my gift, but my husband wouldn't let me open it!
Once we arrived at my mom's house, we ate dinner, and the girls played croquet in the back yard.
Gee showed them how it was played.
Gretchen was still wearing her ballet tights and her finale outfit!
And recital hair and make up! Ha! She was talking to her pawpaw, and was obviously shocked about something he was telling her!
After baths, it was bed time. Meggie and Yaya had a little sleepover, with her new puppy.
Sunday morning, we woke up to Mother's day! My brother brought home doughnuts so we wouldn't have to cook breakfast.
And look at this picture he found of us from when we were tiny tots!
I took a walk down memory lane, remembering my very first mother's day. We were in St. Louis for DJ's CSVA convention, and my parents met us there for the weekend. We went to brunch, and Miss Gretchen was just 3 1/2 months old. I'm so thankful this girl made me a momma!
Since my mother didn't know we were coming down for the weekend I kept asking her what she had planned for Mother's day. She was adamant that she wanted to go to church since she hadn't been in several weeks. She had either been working, or taking care of my grandmother, who is not doing very well right now. My stepfather also had back surgery, so my mom has been a full time nurse for the last several months.
I knew, that now more than ever we needed to be in church with my mom on Sunday morning.
And to be honest, I'm not a huge fan of her church. It's just very different from the contemporary church that we attend, but her preacher had a fabulous message about putting Jesus and Other's before Yourself (JOY) and what that means in Death and Life, which was just very timely for what we are dealing with at home.
After church, we made sure to get some pictures. It seems that we never have pictures of the girls with my mom, because my mom is always doing what she does best- serving others.
These four girls right here love their Gee.
And I'm so thankful for these little girls that call me mom.
My brother and I with my mom- and can you spot Addy Pearl's feet? She refused to leave her Gee's side, so we had to hide her so we could have a picture of just the three of us!
And finally one of my brother and I with our girls.
The next few hours of mother's day were the hardest hours that I have had to endure, but they'll be etched in my memory from now until forever. In August, my grandmother made the decision that she needed to move in with my mom. Since then her health has been slowly declining, as she was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease about a year ago. She is beginning to have more bad days than good days, and we know that in time, she will go to be with the Lord in Heaven. I do not handle death and dying well, and I prefer to separate myself because it's just easier. It's also helped that we live further away, and we haven't had to deal with the rapid decline of my grandmother. I figured that when we saw her in April that it may be one of the last times that I saw her. We took a photo of myself with the girls, and my grandmother and it's one that I'll treasure. She told me to never post it online -ha! Anyway, as she began to decline more over this past week, I knew that I needed to head to Arkansas to alleviate some of my mom's stress, and to say good-bye to my grandmother. I sat with her Saturday night, saw her Sunday morning before church, and then again Sunday afternoon. While Saturday was one of her "good" days, Sunday was not. It was really hard knowing that we would have to leave and that it is most likely the very last time that I will see her alive, and that it's the very last time that I will be able to tell her that I love her, and hug and kiss her. When you're faced with that moment, it's one that you never want to end. I never wanted Sunday to be the last time.
As the afternoon grew later, I knew that we needed to say our good-byes and head home. I am so thankful that I was able to spend those final few hours with her. It was hard, oh, it was so hard. I brought each girl in one by one and cried as I knew they would be hugging their great-grandmother for the very last time, and those words she spoke to each of them will forever be etched in my memory. And they're words that I want the girls to know, and I'm sharing them here, because I'll likely never get around to writing them down for each of them.
To Megan, whom I brought in first- she apologized that she was sick and that she was sorry she couldn't cook for her. She told Megan that when she gets better, they'll go shopping and she'll cook for her. I asked Megan what she wanted her great-grandmother to cook her, and she thought before saying "Cupcakes!" Grandma told us to let her know next time, in advance, when we were coming and she would make cupcakes for Megan.
Now, see, if it were me, I would have requested bread pudding or her homemade fried pies, but Megan isn't wise enough to know that these are my grandmother's very best treats.
I brought in Adalyn next, and Addy was a little shy seeing my grandma lay there in the bed. But she told Adalyn how big and pretty she is! She gave Addy kisses.
Finally I brought in Gretchen, and she told Gretchen of how she use to rock her as a baby, and how I had never wanted grandma to rock her too much so as not to spoil her, but that she did anyway, and that when she did, she always told Gretchen how much she loved her. They exchanged kisses, and then I was left to say my final good-byes to her.
Oh, there were so many tears, but I know that soon, we'll be rejoicing that grandma is in heaven, and while we will be sad here on Earth, as Christians, we will rejoice that she is with her heavenly Father and those that have gone before her. I have so many memories that I want to just place in a little bottle and just hold it tight for the rest of my life. In time, I'll share those memories and stories with my girls, and while they probably won't remember their great-grandmother, they'll have our memories and her scrumptious homemade roll recipe!
And, I got to thinking- my mom and I were together on my very first Mother's day, and I was able to be with her on her Mother's very last Mother's day.