Note that I, being a mother, slept in today. Doesn’t matter than my kids are all grown up and live many states away. I pamper myself on Mother’s Day.
I already called my own mother, who is celebrating her 90th birthday today. My brother is preparing k-bobs on the grill for her. He already made potato salad and I think he even baked her a cake. I wish I was going to be there. I like all those things, especially when my brother does the cooking.
My stepdaughter is enjoying her very first Mother’s Day as a mommy. Her precious baby girl just turned four weeks old.
And here in my corner of Colorado, the day began a bit gray and rainy and breezy, but the sun is threatening to come out. My Sunday newspaper was soaking wet and is now spread across the living room floor to dry. I’ll spend a good part of the day at my computer, catching up on chores I neglected while traveling. And I’ll watch some of the TV shows I recorded while I was gone so will finally get to see last week’s Adam Lambert performance on American Idol. Should be a lovely Mother’s Day.