Mothers Day

My Mother.  Where do I begin.  I love this woman more than anything!  As the years have gone by, she has played many roles in my life.  They are as follows:

1)  Mom (duh!)

2)  Guider

3)  Spelling word drill Sargent (still is)

4)  Teacher

5)  Role model

6)  Leader

7)  Guidance counselor

8)  Giver of my attitude :)

9)  Decorator

10) My best friend

....there are MANY more, but thought I'd do an even 10 points...

I decided to surprise my mother this past weekend for Mothers Day.  I talked to my dad Friday morning and by lunch I had decided to go home.  I succeeded in surprising her.  I decided to let Bentley run in the house first and I could hear her scream.  She thought she was seeing things!  I'm so glad that I went home.  After loosing PawPaw, it made me really realize how precious the days are that we have with our loved ones.  Take every chance you can to spend it with them.

One of my most vivid memories of my mother and I takes place in Dutch Bend, which where most of my memories were created.  My mother is actually a good artist and I remember her sitting out in the front yard (more like a pasture!) and drawing our trailer along with the beautiful, majestic oak tree with a picturesque deck surrounding it.  I remember asking her how she drew so well and she responded with "I just draw what I see."  Pretty simple.

She loves Brighton so we picked her up some of their sunglasses for her MD gift...I think she liked them!

I think we all had a great time this past weekend.  On Saturday night, mom and I cooked some seafood and the newly engaged couple ate with us.

 

Bentley also enjoyed his trip home

He was able to catch up on some Zzzz...

On a side note, boot camp is still pretty tough...today we ran for about 40 mins.  After which, we did about 5,462 sit-ups and push-ups.  He kept telling us when we were running "long, lean and sexy baby" so of course all the women found hope in that.  I heard one of the guys shout out "no hope for me...I'm just short and fat!"  This group of people crack me up!  Later in class, one of the ladies said that she was at her ideal weight, just not her ideal height!  After the "abs of steel" saga and we were picking up our mats, which were soaked with sweat, he said to us "welcome to the next level."  Personally, I like the previous level.  I saw nothing wrong with it.  Boot camp and I have a love/hate relationship.  I don't dread going, it is an awesome workout!  I hate how sore I am and hate some areas of the regime that I still have lots of room for improvement for, but I'm ready for the future levels.  Long, lean and sexy baby....ouch.