Happy Mother's Day!

It is the day before Mother's Day.  One of my favorite days of the year, mainly because whenever Ricky is in town, he will change every diaper, take care of every meal and basically let me be jello the entire day...Now, with that being said, for the last several Mother's Days, give or take about 5, he's been out of town... and apparently, tomorrow is no different.  But, in his defense, he's not gone out of town since we moved up here in January, and that is a HUGE difference from Arkansas, where he would go out town at least once a week.  But he's going out of town for TWO WEEKS!  Why can't we space these things out you say?  That's not how the government works, and if you haven't figured that out with watching your local news, well, you've got problems...
So, he tells me that it could be worse because actually there was a third week he would have been out of town, but he decided that three weeks away from me would be too much.  Let me translate that for you: Amy, coming home to you after I've been gone for three weeks, is not something I'm willing to risk right now.  I value my life too much.
So two weeks.  And a perk is that he drives back Friday night and leaves again Sunday, so it's really going to be OK.  The weekends are the times I treasure most with my family, so at least that will be kept somewhat the same.
So, Happy Mother's Day to all of you out there. (My huge audience that reads this!) Even if you don't have your own children, lots of you have nieces and nephews and friends who have children that you've played an important part in their lives, so celebrate Mother's Day.
Ricky has bought me a corsage, as he does every year.  I am amazed that I don't even have to remind him.  I saw them at our Wegmans (remember, best grocery store in the world?) and I was hoping he would remember!  It's in the refrigerator downstairs.  He's so good.  I just love him.  What a leader for our family he is.  I can't wait for Father's Day, but I'm getting ahead of myself...
When I was a little girl, I have this memory of my Grandma wearing a corsage at Easter.  I don't know why it is so clear in my head, but ever since, I like to wear a corsage on Easter and Mother's Day. (shh, don't tell him, he forgot about Easter, but that's ok!)
Me and the other age 60 and above women at church.  But I'm like that.  I am very old fashioned.  I mean, I make my kids say yes, no ma'am and sir.  It's proper.  It's polite.  It's manners.  And manners are a lost art.  I can't tell you how rude and disrespectful it is for me to hear children say two things, "What?" When you call on them, and "yeah" when you ask them a question.  It boils my blood! And it's not their faults!  It's the parents fault!   We are a society that thrives on instant gratification, must be first in all I do, have to have every one of the latest gadgets and gizmos, and manners?  What are those???
I'm not the only who thinks like this.  The sad thing is, the generation that agrees with me is slowly on the verge of extinction.  You know who I'm talking about.  Our grandmas and grandpas.  They were brought up the right way.  They could teach my generation a thing or two about raising children. 
Wow, that was a long-winded off track comment.  Oh well.  I believe that the Holy Spirit is alive and well in me and I pray for the words to type every time I sit here to blog.  Must be someone needing to hear that. :)
So me and all my grandma friends will wear our corsage with pride. As I sit in Mass tomorrow, with my five angels and my most incredible, amazing, giving, self sacrificing husband who would do anything to make me happy, I will smile as I praise and worship my Savior.  Who died for little ole me. 
How could life get any better than that?  God bless you in all you do and may our God of peace, love, and holiness, be with you always.