Some moms want to be coddled and pampered to celebrate Mother’s Day. They want the big gifts, the spa treatment, the big fuss. Not my wife. She’s weird, I suppose. Gift giving is her love language (Hmm, it appears that gift GIVING isn’t on the list), and she’s a bit of a floofy girl–former Mary Kay lady, etc.
Instead, her perfect day involved us going to church together, a lunch at Waffle Shop, and an afternoon working in the yard together. We cut and weeded and pruned and pulled and trimmed and raked and swept and lopped and snipped all over the yard yesterday. There’s a line of brush from one end of the property to the other! We had ripped gloves and false poison ivy sightings and dirt under our nails and dirt in our eyes. Our yard is starting to come together, and our family is making some memories.
The kids all wrote a little note to Kim yesterday, except Lilly–she wrote a novella. Sadie baked a fruit crisp thing that sounded weird and tasted great. We went to bed tired, but in a good way.
We are a family blessed to call her ours…She puts the WE in WEIRD, and was the one to claim our family motto: Weird is good. I can’t imagine a life without you, Kim! I love you and am a man most blessed. Thanks for being who you are. All the best parts of our family point to you. And most of the weird/good ones, too!
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