Looking for a Word

Tonight I’m digging around in all those linguistic nooks and crannies in my mind, but can’t seem to find a word to describe my reaction to this year’s Mother’s Day.  The day started off like any other typical Sunday in May, but developed into a spontaneous family-pile-in-at-the-lake day with some distinctly unique features, and left me….um, well….that’s the word I’m looking for.

Events included a last-minute lunch buffet after church (fortunately I had quite a few leftovers in my frig), afternoon grandkid play in the lake and sandbox and everywhere else, and an exotic celebratory evening meal on the deck planned and orchestrated by our son-in-law (with some help from voluntary side-kicks, but NOT me) including grilled romaine lettuce topped with strips of grilled steak, gorgonzola cheese, julienne celery, cherry tomato wedges, croutons, and balsamic vinaigrette dressing, PLUS roasted asparagus and grilled French bread smeared with roasted garlic, PLUS homemade chocolate crepes filled with homemade chocolate mousse and topped with sliced strawberries and a special sauce.  Whew!  I also received a thoughtful phone call, several cards (a meaningful one with a promise to do yard work, a sweet card from the grandkids, and an inspiring one from my hubby), a very pretty potted plant, AND 30 minutes of luxurious, dreamy head massage while the kiddos napped.

I guess that’s quite a few words, and yet they only provide factual information and don’t really capture my response to the day.  So I’ll try again.  The special dinner?  Beyond yumtastic!  The company? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!  ME? Surprised, honored, overwhelmed, grateful, and wow-ed…swamped and engulfed by honor, respect, love, and blessing.