Mother’s Day

Bonnie LarsonUncategorized 1 Comment

I hope everyone had a wonderful Mother’s Day yesterday! I know I am so thankful for my mother and mother-in-law and sister and sisters-in-law that I can’t even begin to thank them for everything they do for me. You ladies are amazing!

As for me, I had my ideal Mother’s Day. Which is basically taking a day off from motherhood. Isn’t that ironic?! My perfect Mother’s Day is going to church, coming home, eating lunch (which is not prepared by me), taking a nap, and then working in my garden all afternoon. And yesterday I got to do just that! And maybe even a little more. Lol.

I got a call at 12:05 a.m. Mother’s Day morning. I was sound asleep. Who could be calling at this hour?

It was Will. Now to say I was worried would be a lie because my cognitive reflexes were not functioning and I hadn’t even put together what time it was. But when I saw it was Will, I thought he was probably just calling to be the first one to wish me a happy Mother’s Day. How sweet.

“Did I wake you?” he asked.

“Um…yes.” I said still trying to decide where I was and what was going on.

“You wouldn’t want to come give me a ride home from the Redding farm would you?” he questioned a bit sheepishly.

“Um…no.” I answered as I snuggled back down into my warm, comfy covers.


“Where are you again?” I asked as my mind was starting to click on.

“Well, I just finished up at the Redding farm and I thought Robby would be able to give me a ride home, but he’s not going to be done for another couple hours and I just thought if you wouldn’t mind giving me a ride home I’d sure appreciate it. But if not I can just curl up on the floor of the tractor.” He explained. (Though I’m pretty sure he was kidding about sleeping on the floor of the tractor.)

“Oh. I thought you were calling to wish me Happy Mother’s day.”

“Oh! Happy Mother’s Day… So are you going to give me a ride home?”

“Sure Honey. I can think of nothing more I’d rather do. I’ll be right down. But don’t hang up the phone because you know it scares the crap out of me to walk out to my pickup in the dark.”

He chuckles. “Okay.”

So that is how I got to bring in Mother’s Day. A midnight drive to our furthest farm (it’s only a half hour away) to bring home my sweeting. What more could a girl ask for really?

Oh, and guess what. After my ideal Mother’s Day of church, eating, napping, and gardening, I got to run him back down to his pickup at 10:00 that night. The plight of a farm wife.

As Will said, there are no guarantees in farming, but about the closest one you can get is that you will be able to be in the field on Mother’s Day. But I am very thankful that he is such a hard worker and a great husband…even if I give him a little grief sometimes.

I had a wonderful Mother’s Day and I hope all you ladies did, too.

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