Happy Mother's Day Buttermilk Biscuit Style

Your first biscuit lesson.

Made just like I was taught

Happy Mother's Day Mommy!

Certain things, gold bracelets jingling, the soprano in my ear singing Lutheran liturgy, are birds inside of me. I'm not sure what your that's MY mom things will be but I know there is nothing like that feeling of them. It's different now of course. She's Nana. But she's still reminds me I'm her baby. She rides me to go to the doctor, buys me a new pretty shirt, makes me a hair appointment, gives me some lipstick, cleans my stove, dvr's a girly movie for us to watch, because she knows I will never do any of those things on my own and she's my mom. My first Mother's Day I spent having my mom and Grandma make and serve a meat and veggies lovers dinner while I rested with you. (fresh morel mushroom gravy baby!) I still hear my Grandma mother my mom. I think it's hard wired this Mothering. It's the ground we walk upon, but it isn't a thing. It's alive. It lives and breathes and has molecules pumping like our daily bread. It's instinctive and knowing and peculiar and has linked every human to Eve and will continue to mass molecule produce and make the world go round. It's soul bearing and sheltering and I wish every man could feel it in some other lifetime.

Money is tight and your Daddy is working hard so the last two Mother's Days have been spent like an ordinary day of the two of us together. You wake me up, we cuddle, dress, walk Hero, make your requested breakfast, play, read books, have nap, make lunch, walk Hero, go to the playground, play, read books, have dinner, walk Hero, and begin our night time routine. That's right...you and me HOME TOGETHER. "No, see you after work, baby!" cries in the car. I have been able to be your stay at home full time Mommy for three incredible years. That is my Mother's day gift. So thank you Daddy for providing and putting in the long hours because you know my heartbreaks at the thought of not being home.

Thank you Jesus, for making me a Mommy and giving me the most delectable son. You are what I am most thankful for everyday. Sweet wonderful you. Right now we are finding ant homes and owls and playing ball in the yard. You have eagle eyes like your Daddy and you like to count and repeat everything I say. I think you'll probably carrying on the Gulley math gene and smooze like your father. You say, "you and me Mommy" and ask for special things to do for our day. You always remember exactly the next thing you were going to do when you wake up from nap. It's your first word!

Sometimes, I crave adventure. You remind me everyday is one. I'm tearfully excited to share thousands more together with you. These days. You. It is the Ultimate.

Thank you lovebug. I love everything about you Shadden Sylvester Monkey George McGee Gulley. Thank you for running up to me saying, "Hap mommy day!" You have my heart. I carry yours. Forever.