Nothing Says "I Love You" Like...

It's the little moments, ya know? In Mom Memory, the little moments stamp out all the temper tantrums, sibling bickering, potty training setbacks, etc., etc. The little moments, like when your nearly-four-year-old steps off the school bus with a shy grin and a little homemade Mother's Day present:


Terrifically sweet--even if Elliott doesn't call me "Mommy," and some preschool teacher's aide wrote this:


What Mom doesn't want flowers for Mother's Day???


Well, ME for one...when "flowers for Mother's Day" means trying to rid your beige Berber carpet of potting soil and replant your own present because the gift-giver was afraid his little brother might pick up his sealed bag of animal crackers so he dumped his mini-flower pot. Twice.

Ahhhhhhh, Happy Mother's Day!