Let me start with the disclaimer, I love my son. And I love his sense of humor. But a mooning gnome for Mothers Day that he thinks I should put in the yard? Now I love gnomes as many of you know. And here is the kicker, I have even made a glass mooning gnome. (Thank you Kevin for buying it). And now I am wondering...have I turned into a fuddy duddy in my old age? It scares me a bit. This is the tamer one of the two gnomes that he gave me. I told him to surprise me, and he sure did. Last year he found 3' tall pink flamingos for the yard. I think if he gave me something like flowers, I'd be looking for the one that squirts me when least expecting it.
So now, every few days, I text him a photo of the gnome in different places. And I stop to think how it makes me smile each time I find a silly place for it to send to him. And I am thankful for all the little things in life and having a son who thinks of me on Mothers Day and loves me.