Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her.
- Proverbs 31:28
Preamble:
I couldn't ask for a better mother than the one I have!
When I feel like spouting off, I know I can get her to listen; and when I'm done spouting, I can count on her like me anyway.
When I need help (and I do, like, a hundred times a day) she takes time to advise me; and she backs up her advise by her example.
When I'm down, she's down; and when I rejoice, she rejoices.
Okay, tired of my soliloquy? Me too...
...though I meant every sappy word of it. :-)
Okay, don't be misled by the tale-telling date thingy on the photos...Mama's birthday isn't on July 18th. It's on July 17th.
Okay, so, why'd we celebrate it a day late?
And why is this post a month late?
Good questions.
Answer
to the first question: Mama's real birthday fell on an "outta town" day. So,
like the practical people we are, we decided to pretend she was born a
day later this year.
Answer to second question: I dunno. But I'm sure the author has a good excuse.
Maura made blueberry pancakes on, um, Mama's day-late birthday! And she made sausage!
And she made this really tasty concoction of molasses, honey and butter...I will call it, "Molasses Honey Butter." Copywrite pending.
Opening presents. In my opinion, the best one was that jar of paradise sitting beneath Emori's expectant hand.
Here's a closer look at the Jar of Paradise. Contents include: peanuts, dried cherries, espresso beans, and some other candy I can't identify.
It was so very good. Notice my use of past tense.
Oh yeah, and the jar has, "I Love You," written over it in purple marker.
If that message had been for me, I'd have said, "I love you too."
Me, blocking the Jar of Paradise from view as I grab a handful of peanuts.
Hot wings and blue cheese, followed by...
Chocolate. Yeah, chocolate's a recurring theme at our place.
Some folks say eating chocolate makes you live to be a hundred.
So...on my hundredth birthday, that's what I'll be having.
Thanks for stopping by.
Yours,
Callie
