Thirteen adults and three little ones gathered at our house for a Mothers Day cookout. It was uneventful until our five-year-old grandson had a little mishap. Our little cutie ran out of the family room, full-force, right into a screen door, pushing it off its track and into the air and causing it to topple over him. It was so hard not to laugh out loud, but we couldn't contain the laughter once we saw that he was OK. It was hilarious watching as the door jumped over him like they were playing leap frog. It took me back to the scene in the Wizard of Oz when the door on the tornado shelter flew off its hinges and up into the spinning wind.
After the party and everyone had gone home, I opened my Mother's Day cards and read them. If I wasn't so tired from two days of cleaning the house and yard and making strawberry shortcake, and everything else that goes along with hosting a cookout, I would have cried tears of joy while I was reading. My daughter told me to read the card after she left. I assumed it was full of emotion, so I agreed. And that it was. My son's card said so much about feelings.
You know: Some days you feel as though you must have done something wrong in bringing them up. But, then, you receive a thoughtfully written card and, somehow, everything you've felt before, falls into place. And now you understand.
I'll enjoy my rest tonight. Pleasant dreams of strawberry shortcake, hot dogs on the grill, cold iced tea and beer, good friends and family, fresh air, a crescent moon in a navy blue sky, good-bye hugs and kisses...
Nighty, night!
2 comments:
Glad you had a great Mother's Day. I did also. Enjoy reading your blog.
Thanks, Joyce. I like the "Wrinkles Don't Hurt"! I'm happy for your re. your Mother's Day, also. There's always so much going on, but we're so fortunate to have our children and our mothers, if that's the case with you. I still have my mom and my daughter and daughter-in-law to enjoy Mother's Day with.
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