Joys of Motherhood

As usual, Imani woke up before me on Sunday.

When I finally dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom, I could hear Imani scurrying around in a hurry outside of my bedroom.

Here is what I found hanging in my doorway.



In case you can't see her hurried handwriting, here is a closer look,



On my dresser was a tray with a bowl of cereal . . . breakfast in bed.

There was a sweet card included, which read,

"Thank you . . ."  (on the outside)

and on the inside:

"For being the best mom ever and helping me, making me

feel better when I have worries, and for

giving me a life and a home.  I love you.

Love,

Imani"

And here it is with her hurried handwriting once again :-)



These are the joys of being a mom.