The Most Perfect of Mother's Days

I always knew I wanted to be someone's mother-

I remember talking with my little girlfriends,

and planning out my life...

I imagined

I would be the mother of one sweet, kind, perfect little girl.

Then, I would have one darling, cute little boy.

Two. The perfect number, 

of my

perfect little children...

In reality,

I have three boys.

Three

 -growing bigger by the minute-

-bouncing balls throughout my house-

-staining the carpet with their Doritos-

-leaving stinky clothes all over their bedrooms-

-fighting over who hit who-

-and of course, leaving the toilet seat UP-

boys.

Not exactly perfect, but then again, neither am I-

This Mother's Day,

One made me the cutest card and presented it with the strongest hug:

One "found" my entire gift in someone's trash (no joke-), and recycled it for me:

(The gift, the container, everything was 'found' by my creative guy-)

And One played baseball with a travel team, but came home with a gift of my favorite candy (Mike & Ikes), just for me. When my oldest arrived home, all three boys presented me with my very own hockey stick, so I can play street hockey with them. (Pink tape compliments of the gym teacher at school-).

My husband bought me a bird feeder (I told him at some point recently, "I think I want to try bird watching-" and he made my little wish a reality). 

 

They may not have been what I imagined.

(I never imagined I would be playing hockey with three sons...)

 but truly, they have been the perfect gift -

Better than what I planned out in my childhood. 

In one word: Perfect

 

(...who has the three...I mean, four... most perfect big boys ever!)