Mothers Day

It’s absolutely gorgeous. Sun, no rain, no wind. Trees full. Tulips cut and delivered, thank you good family friend. And bike back up on the wall. Crazy Kat knocked it over. Because I put him out at 2:00 a.m. when he was nuts. Still going to walk. Doctors and nurses told me this is a process. I do what I can do. No falls. No more hospitals.

My son’s birth was the best of my life. None of his generous family can reach him now. He had a very caring childhood. His choice.

My gracious, generous sister took a her day. She earned it. Built a respected business that employs professional people. Win.

I talked with my Mother..

My Mother did her tour raising kids. She wanted to be a nurse, but met my Dad. Later all us supported her going back to college, and she earned a masters and became a much admired teacher.

She chose my first name, which was a little unusual at the time. I’ve always liked it. But obvious I was a girl, not a boy. (Nothing wrong with boys, I’ve known pretty good ones.)

She is a sewer and a quilter. When I was little, I loved the skirt with I think some nature friend on it. She made my wedding suit, my cousin’s attendant dress, really beautiful burgundy fabric. She made my maternity clothing. She made a quilt for my son’s birth. Still here.

My Granny. We share the same middle names (Louise) and just memories of visits to her house in Michigan and her visits to Illinois. She was so elegant and presented so well. And she was a ferocious bridge player, which takes a brain.

Good family friend checked in on the way to her own Mother’s Day brunch. How kind.

My cat Quinn still learning. Right now he’s just resting, Good Quinn. No jumping.