On Mother's Day

I have to admit, even after twenty five years of being a dad and fifty two years of being a son, I'm just awful at making Mother's Day a special day.

I suppose this year I get a little bit of a pass with all the hospital attention.  So while I never got around to planning anything, one great benefit was that Laura had all her sons home to visit me, and she of course got to share their company was well.

We just put Michael back on the plane at 14:00 local time, and Stephen is due to go up to CT Wednesday.  Still it was a great visit all the way around as Laura enjoys the grill and the boys bought quite a bit of good meat over the past couple of nights, so we feasted, and it's always good for my recovery as well.

Thanks boys!  You saved me from another Mother's Day embarrassment.

Also the younger girls did their part by buying a lot of flowers and they arraigned them last night to decorate the down stairs while Laura slept.  It was like waking to a mini-Christmas, and it was appreciated by all. 

The best I could offer was to keep from getting into a foul mood.  Sometimes though that's enough.