Mother's Day... one that I will not be forgetting soon... My wonderful husband acquired us a new family car to fit our growing family. Off to get coffee for the Soccer game, me and all my sweeties were happily driving along when wham! We were in a messy car accident. Thankfully THANKFULLY my intact little family emerged. We were shaken and somewhat bewildered. Did this really just happen to us? On Mother's Day? On the way to Starbucks? Down a regularly travelled street?
My hero of a husband checked each of us carefully, called his father and had us whisked home to safety. In my mind a cape was on his neck billowing in the wind, while he stood there completely composed and offering comfort to all around...even the other driver.
Our little shuttle arrived home. My adorable baby was oblivious to the accident and immediately began to run around...but my bruised and very upset little girl looked up at me and said nothing but... Can we still have our family dinner tonight? My mind instantly registered her need for Mother's Day to continue to establish normality. Not surprisingly this need centered around the most constant factor in her life..."the family dinner". Our regular Sunday dinner consists of the kidlets, my husband, mother-in-law/business partner, father-in-law and myself. Of course this must be continued, no matter what.
After a few cuddles and loves both kids were keen on offering their advice for the menu and added touches for decorating the table. (The baby's contribution included pulling all the items off the table, and my daughter offered advice for creating the salad) My husband made a lovely meal and Toscana girl Ulli showed up with a homemade apple pie. We sat down to a fantastic dinner. At which both my daughter and my son ate heartily and laughed alot.
Me... I just looked around and was so very thankful to have such love around me. Yes... my husband is my hero and I let my daughter have left-over apple pie for breakfast today, it just seemed fitting.
