Momma's Day

Every day should be Mother's Day, don't you think?

J made me breakfast and gave me a hanging plant. I promptly removed the hanging part and set it on my newly painted periwinkle child's chair. Looks just lovely.

K made me a card with happy daisies marching all along the bottom. It had a gift certificate for a spa visit in it for her and I to get pedicures this summer. I can't wait.

And she gifted me with a drawing of my choice. 

You know what I chose?

A picture of Jack, our dog. 

She drew a fantastic portrait of Jack's sister, Maggie, after Maggie passed away a couple years ago. K gave it to Sissy and her husband for Christmas that year. They cried. She cried. I cried. 

We were all a mess. It was a great gift.

So I knew just what I wanted her to draw for me.

Jack.

Johnny Jump Ups growing along the barn's foundation.

Their sweet little faces greet me each morning as I walk out to the car.

Mother's Day for us means flowers. Lots and lots of flowers.

The Man and I give them to Mom, J and K give them to me.

Everyone's happy.

As long as I don't touch them.

K and I were at the garden shop, picking out some perennials for Mom and I. I picked out a pot of some sort of phlox and picked it up to take it.

K took it out of my hands and said very gently, "Let's pick out another one."

"Why?" I asked. "This one looks perfectly good."

"It's fine," said K. "But you touched it. We need to get another one and I'll carry it."

Geesh. I think the Man's influenced her way of thinking about me and my plant killing ways.

I love K's serene look.

And the graininess of this picture.

It was getting darker when we were shooting these and I had to kick up the ISO.

More dark.

More grain.

More love.