Honored

It's an honor to be the daughter of the most special mom alive, and an honor to be the mother to the coolest kids around. 

And I know.... blah blah blah - everyday should be Mother's Day - but it's not. So you better believe I whispered in my kid's ears as they were walking up toward the church pulpit to sing some songs, "Hurry your buns up there and sing your heart out to me. It's Mother's Day." And after our lovely family neighborhood walk I had guilted my teenager into, I made all my kiddos sit down and take a picture with their Mama, then proclaimed, "Okay, I love you. Thank you for the walk and making my day special. Now, go inside and play the X-box.  I better not see you for one hour while I take a nap." BECAUSE IT'S MOTHER'S DAY folks - and I take full advantage of every spoilage they have to offer.

Family Stroll:

Safe on her daddy's shoulders

Lou taking a moment to pause with Kathy the dog.

Later in the evening we headed to my parent's house to honor this elect lady:

My Mama

My dad waving from the coach; still recovering from knee surgery.

The Beloved. 

I really like this guy.

He grilled kebabs to die for - they were lined with steaks wrapped in bacon, green peppers, smoked chicken, and zucchinis. Delicious.

Plus he was on dish duty all day. There's almost nothing sexier than that. 

 Fun pictures on the swing:

Fabulous selfies:

My Mom. My Pal.

My six greatest accomplishments:

Feeling exhausted after being on both Mommy and Daddy duty all day long.