This was my first Mother's Day with my step-daughter Phoebe (right). Her gift to me was a picture of her mom that I had given to her in the first place. It's laying there on the pillow. Apparently she grabbed it out of her room right before it was time to open presents. It made me silently chuckle, and I haven't analyzed the psychology behind her choice of a gift. Lydia got me a self-help book on raising a family. What does that say?