I’m sitting here on the couch beside the love of my life as she nurses our nineteen-month-old. She leans over and sings to me, “I have a baby!” and cuddles him even closer.

It was a busy day. We began it with three children and finished with six.

I got Z-Man dressed and ready and she changed Little Guy out of his diaper and into his church clothes. Each of them fought for his turn on her lap during the sermon.

Jo-Bear was away at a camp-out Friday night and Saturday. He met us after church smelling of the woods and campfire. She sent him to the shower as soon as we got him home. Later when he complained about an upset stomach she knew that he was over tired and just needed a nap.

Angel Face lost her sunglasses at the band festival yesterday. Mom made sure we got out to the mall to replace them in time for next weekend’s trip to Chicago. She gave her all the time she needed to pick out a pair that looked as good as the old ones.

College Boy drove up at supper time. He’s home for the summer with all his belongings. Tears came to her eyes as she watched him fill our living room with all his junk. “My baby’s home,” she whispered. An hour later he was off to his friend’s house.

Princess walked into an already chaotic house. Mom hugged her and welcomed her back despite all that was going on. Princess couldn’t wait to share everything about last night’s prom and sleepover.

I am so blessed to have such a wonderful mom for my children. I don’t know how she does it but she does. She brings us all together into a home. She gives me greater respect for mom’s everywhere. Happy Mother’s Day!