Moms Don't Miss a Thing

When Mom found my diaphragm,
I told her it was a bathing cap for my cat.

- Liz Winston

I remember those days.

When I was young and stupid and naive enough

to think that Mom didn't know 

what I was REALLY up to.

All of those times when I was up to

"no good"

and thought I had her fooled.

I thought I was smooth as silk

slick as a greased pig.

NOT

She didn't miss a thing.

It's funny now that I think about it.

I desperately want to sit with her some day for 

that heart-to-heart, laughing our butts off...

so much left to be said...

We ran out of time.

A young mother experiencing her

first-born's first birthday...

I had no idea that little tow head 

would end up halfway across the world some day.

My Mother’s Day Weekend in Photos

A visit to a local greenhouse...

I chose THIS one...because...

IT'S BLUE.

All things blue.

BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

 

It was a happy and heavenly visit.

 It rained Saturday, so I spent the day indoors recovering

my patio cushions with the fabric I bought in Winston Salem

a few weeks ago.

Chessie approved.

"This will do just fine," she said.

 
              A package?  For ME???

 

Fascinated by all the Japanese jibberish

that decorated the wrappings...

I must insist on a translation!

 I just stared at this.

"Hm," I said.

Love notes, cards and a pedicure!

Chessie enjoying her new patio "bed"

They turned out perfectly!

But I definitely need to finish painting the rocker.

Oops.

After I was served dinner on the screened porch,

I was served a glass of wine by the fire pit on the patio.

PERFECT!

Thanks, you guys.

This mother is blessed.