I had a great day yesterday and have for the past few years. Wonderful Husband does such a fantastic job letting Mother's Day be 'my day.' I also did not feel guilty in the least when I defer any demand from my trio to him, which he addresses without complaint, such as: "I'm reading the paper, go ask your dad if you can have a snack and juice."
I spent the day with my family, which I truly enjoy. My mother hosted brunch with all my siblings and my niece and nephew. We all brought food, relaxed, played with the kids, and shared our stories about my paternal grandmother, who we were explicitly honoring that day. I know my mom loved the day but this year I know my dad especially loved it too, talking and reminiscing about his mom.
After pigging out for the second time that day, we then commuted to my in laws, where we spent the next few hours eating well (again), having nice conversations, and celebrating the women in our lives.
My husband also managed to get me the most wonderful gifts:
> An Orchid
> A hula-hoop
> A invitation to go shopping up north to Lori's Shoes
I don't know how he manages to get gifts that fit perfect. I wish I had that same ability.
An Orchid...I like plants, but like I mentioned in my reflection about farming, I don't have the patience to care for them. I like to plant something in the ground, then make it fend for itself. Household container plants? They don't stand a chance...even the cute Mother's Day seedlings the kids all brought home, sad to say. But this orchid, a pretty yellow which will go great in my living room, only requires 3 ice cubes once a week. I can do that, right? Only time will tell.
A hula-hoop...twice a year I have a reunion with 2 college sorority sisters. My godson showed us in this last trip how he can hula-hoop so good. The six adults then spent the weekend awkwardly trying to hula hoop, surprising ourselves how hard it was. I was amazed at how sore my trunk was after that weekend...so I've wanted a hula hoop since. Last night, collectively, I think I hula-hooped for close to an hour. The boy twin was picking it up too, he managed to get it around his waist in at least two self-propelled circles. By the end of this week, he is amazing at everything he does (much like his father) and will probably be able to hula hoop.
An invitation to go shopping at Lori's Shoes...when we took our eldest to that special dentist on the north side of the city, we treated ourselves to brunch at a fantastic tapas restaurant. This neighborhood in Chicago is so nice, it's like an outdoor mall, but old-time with lots of great and some unique store fronts. We parked in front of a shoe store, where every women walking down the street was stopping in. The next night on some 'Chicago' show we were watching on TV, sure enough, that same store was profiled. So, he gave me the free for all to go there with an 'imaginary gift certificate.'
It was a great day & I'm feeling a bit hung over from it. Time to get my hula-hoop and my energy up...especially since all my indulgent eating!
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