There are so many things I could say about this day that would never do it justice. Celebrating my own mother is special enough, but now that Brittain is here, the feeling on this day has even more meaning.
Because of who we are, Mimi and I decided to make the day as difficult as possible by having Mimi arrive at our house very early so that she could do twin french braids in mine and Brittain’s hair. She also wanted to have her hair in a french twist for the day, which I agreed to do for her. I’m sure you think that 3 hours is overkill when it comes to how much time is needed to fix hair. But maybe you know by now that this borderlines on not being enough time for us. I’ve got to give Dan credit. He kept a smile on his face that entire morning despite the fact his bathroom was completely overtaken by his wife and mother-in-law, and the small arguments between those same two people.
You would think that the most difficult part of the morning was trying to keep a 2 year old still long enough to create an award-winning french braid. But this was not the case. The task that I did not think would ever be accomplished was the fixing of Mimi’s hair because after I worked my magic and she didn’t like it, she then decided to close herself up in the guest bathroom and give it a go herself. It’s the next scene that I’m still kicking myself for not taking pictures of. When Mimi finally emerged from the bathroom she came out sporting the most ridiculous hairstyle that I had ever seen. I literally had to bite my tongue until it bled in order to not bust out laughing…because she was standing there in all seriousness, looking as if she had just come from battle, waiting on me to tell her it looked good. If she hadn’t looked like she was going to cry, I probably would have let out a small ‘ha’ but i just couldn’t do it. Instead, I asked her if she would let me have another try…and she allowed it. Somehow, we still made it to church on time…with hair that wasn’t too shabby (even if I do say so myself).
Before we left the house…Brittain was so playing her Daddy in the second picture. She was all smiles until he tried to take a picture.
Sporting the oh-so-lovely french braid and french twist:
When Mama first saw these pictures she said we looked like the Kennedy’s because here we were being photographed and very obviously video’d by Dan. I tend to like it. I don’t know…for some reason it makes me laugh:
My favorite part of my mother’s day. Holding her in my arms. It’s my favorite thing to do. Always has been and always will be.
