So Blessed

Monday, I woke up feeling pretty tough from my cold. I went to work and made it through the day. I had a test for my one college class so the kids road the bus home. Before I left town, I tried to call the hubby to see what we were doing for supper but couldn't reach him.

I pulled into the garage and the son ran out to greet me. (Yes, it is a little odd since he just saw me 1 1/2 hrs earlier.) I received a big hug and an "I Love You, Mom". I asked him what was up. He commented that he had read in his Bible that he should honor his mother. Hmmm. Walked to the house and was greeted by the daughter, in pretty much the same fashion that the son greeted me. She took my bags from me and even unzipped my coat and hung it up.

Then she led me through the kitchen and into the dining area. There I was greeted with a cleared off table that had two place settings on it and a burning candle in the middle. She made me sit in my chair at the table. Feeling exhausted, I didn't argue and sat down.

Hubby came in the house and both kids went running to tell him that I was home already. He came in and asked how I was feeling and I told him tired and not well. So, then I was ushered into my bedroom where I was told to lay down and rest until supper was ready. I laid there for a whole hour or more.

The daughter made a fruit salad and also a lettuce salad to go with the pizza my hubby had brought home. And it was my favorite Papa Murphy's pizza, too. Chicken Bacon Artichoke. Yum!! I was seated at the table again. I just sat there. They dished up my pizza and salad for me. They got my drink for me. They did everything but feed me!

We had a nice family dinner. Everyone visited nicely and actually sat at the table. When the meal was over I just sat there while everything was cleared off and put away. They even did up the dishes.

As hubby was clearing the table, I asked him why they were being so nice to me. He told me that I do so much for them all the time and they just wanted to do something for me to make me feel appreciated. Okay, with not feeling good and being tired, right about that time the tears came. I felt so loved and appreciated at that moment. We even spent an hour or so in the evening as a family playing Pictionary. It was one of the best nights I've had in a long time.

Now, if they could only do that more than once. Say 2-3 times a week. Mommy would be a very happy mommy. I really am feeling blessed to have those three in my life.