Dear Paul,
Thank you for Mother's Day. Thank you for gifting it to me without qualifiers like "even-though-it's-not-official" or even, "I-just-couldn't-wait-till-next-year." Thanks for just giving it to me. For recognizing me, as a mother. Thank you.
The day was perfect---except for the parts that weren't (and for those who were patient with me through the imperfect parts, I truly love you with all my heart...especially you, Paul)--- there was church, and good food, and wonderful presents, and an afternoon under the sun reading a novel with you.
Oh yeah---and remember that duck who sat ever-so-protectively on her nest yesterday. She is a noble duck. I hope my human-motherness is as vigilant as as her ducky-motherness. I really mean that. If you were reading this over my shoulder, Paul, you would lqty (laugh quietly to yourself) and assure me that I had nothing to worry about, but you would know exactly what I mean, because truly, she IS a noble duck.
And remember how at the end of Mother's Day, Kelly took a nap under her desk for her birthday. Maybe we could suggest that next year to my boss. That is a good idea.
I love you with all of my heart. Hurry home to me. I want to finish reading the book with you, and then stay up far later than is good for us, talking about it. Besides when the the baby is "officially" here, that will be an even worse idea then, than it is now. :-)
Love,
Me (and Grace because we both love you.)
