Memories are the most beautiful pictures our minds can paint and nothing can ever erase them. ~Anonymous
What you don't remember isn't important. That's why you forgot it. ~ Kristen Innocenti
This rates right up there with one of the best Mother's Days I've ever had. And one I WILL remember. It was important. Not only did I get spoilt royally by my best man, my soulmate, my husband (he spoils me 3-6-5 and 24-7 - I am loved, adored and cherished), BUT my youngest son gave me a Mother's Day card and his best wishes.
Even better? My oldest son remembered me! He does not live at home anymore and sometimes "special occasions" are well, forgotten. It hurts. Yes it does. I try not to let it hurt or show. Try to shrug it off. Try to forget about it and just let go. But it does hurt nonetheless.
So up to about 9 pm on Mother's Day, I decided I just was not going to get even a phone call or email (there are LOTS of sites from which to send free eCards, but...). Sigh. Ya... it hurt. But... then the phone rang, my better half picked it up and said it was for me. I figured it was one of my GF's. Much to my surprise, it was my firstborn. WOW. To say I was thrilled would be the understatement of the year. He wished me a happy Mother's Day and told me he'd just put a card in the mailbox for me. What?! Now?! Why didn't you come in?! He'd worked 'til 8 pm he said, then hopped on the bus to come out to our home and drop off the card but was in a hurry to get back home and was now waiting at the bus stop. What?! Come back I said. Come in and visit and stay a little and maybe take home some groceries; we'll drive you home. Can't he said.
Well, I ran to the door and got the card and opened it and darned if it didn't make me tear up! Crap! What a beautiful card and the message he had written to me was even sweeter. There was a lump in my throat. My eldest had made me cry. This time it was happy tears, lol.
About 1/2 an hour later, the dogs barked and the front door opened. It was my son. He'd got off the bus many, many blocks from our home and walked back to see us. Was it the joy in my voice or the offer of "free" groceries? I don't care. He came and he remembered.
There's joy in my heart along with the tears in my eyes. It was a GREAT Mother's Day!