Both of my little girls gave me the gift of being well behaved. What more could I ask for? But, more I got.
We went for a fabulous brunch on a local farm. We had hoped it would be fun for the kids, and we were not disappointed. In addition to a fabulous spread (lots of vegetarian items), complimentary mimosas, and lovely live music, we enjoyed games out on the lawn, visits with the farm animals, and an ice cream stand with root beer floats. It was a Mother's Day I'll look back on fondly for years to come.
Tita joined us for our down home celebration.
For some reason, Paul seemed a bit disgruntled after being sent on his 5th trip to the complimentary Momosas bar.
They had a photographer there taking the truly old-school photos -- are those called tintype? He set us up, got focused (which takes several minutes), stuck his head under a velvet cloth to look through the lens . . . and then Posey moved. With this process, no one can move. No wonder nobody used to smile in photographs. We saw another family's finished product, and it was very cool. But, in ours, Posey looked like our baby ghost.
A couple of non-tintype family photos.
Trying for a shot of only the girls, but the sun was so bright, we just got silly!
Our little country girls.
Here, Paul is trying to convince Eloise that she could carry the croquet ball around for a little while, but she could not smuggle it home with her.
Fortunately, we kept "seeing the animals" in our back pocket until the end of the visit, so a total croquet meltdown was averted.
This was one of those days that had me feeling very, very grateful for the incredible life I lead and the amazing people in it. Thank you, family, for making this such a memorable Mother's Day. I had a beautiful time soaking up the spring sunshine . . . and the love.
P.S. A morning on a farm is the gift that keeps on giving -- both girls napped for more than three hours in the afternoon. I am a lucky lady.