I Love Mother's Day

The sun shone down on a lovely breezy day.  The air was fresh, the colors around vibrant green and blue, yellow, shades of purple, orange and pink.  A mama who loves mothers day, for having learned the love of motherhood, found herself pleasantly off-grid, snug in a tent, surrounded by love. 

Moments later, a small boy packed his backpack with only the essentials: a set of bey blades and a travel size stadium.  His big sister, curls flowing in the gentle breeze, smiled, spread the sunscreen on exposed skin, and tightened the laces on her well-worn hiking boots.  Their mama packed lunch and her trusty hiking partner/ boyfriend carried it off.

"Shall we go to where we saw the rattle snake, Mama?" the curly, smiley faces urged.  "Or how about where we ran from the cow stampede?  We can go to the cow trough and play with the fish!"

Longing to stretch our legs a bit, we lingered in our hike, and found a colorful meadow of tall grasses and wildflowers.  The boy's curls peeked just above the grasses.  So we spread our blanket, enjoyed a lovely lunch, played bey blades, told stories, played our hiking games, and napped snuggled close together.  No rattlesnakes or cow stampedes this time, but so many more beautiful memories made.

Time to get up; how we all longed not to leave.  But the celebration had not yet ended.  Off went the hiking clothes as we jumped into our city finest.  And down the hill we drove, but just a bit to the lovely Mt. Hamilton Restaurant where we all met with Grandma and Uncle.  The historic restaurant was ready for a new milestone.  After 30 years of family ownership, it was transferring to another family's care.  We are so happy to be part of this lovely place's history.

We watched the sun drop down beneath our view behind the mountains, and the glorious hues of the descending sun were quickly replaced by the sparkling city lights dancing their busy paths down below.  We watched from a distance as we enjoyed one another in a warm and comfortable place and were graciously and well fed by the lovely family of the mountain.

I could not have wanted a better day.  Each moment was delicious and precious and beautiful.  But isn't every moment as a mama delicious and precious and beautiful?  We mama's all are so very fortunate!  When I began my first pregnancy, I had the realization: "Never again shall I ever be alone."  It was a bit frightening for this very independent woman, but so comforting as I became the loving mama.  Yes, we are all connected!