Laowai

Happy Mother’s Day to me. I had a lovely quiet first Mother’s Day. Brian gave me a sparkley silver necklace and made breakfast for me. The thing that was maybe the most memorable was the random man who said “Happy Mother’s Day” as I passed him on my walk with Bea.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the great moms I know.

My Sister – She’s a strong, fun mom. I don’t know how she manages to juggle her full life so gracefully. She can sail and sew like nobody’s business.

My Mom – She took care of a very fussy me long ago and now I know just how challenging that is. She knows the names of birds and plants in the woods. She’s the only one that can sooth a frazzled me and Bea at the same time.

My Mom-in-Law – She’s even keeled and her house is always filled with good food. Somehohw milk tastes colder and yummier from her fridge (Chapmans are big milk drinkers). Her most edearing quality is she gave birth to my best friend, my love, my husband.

My Grandma Dice – A mom and grandmom so many times over. She’s healthy and beautiful. She’s been known to jump rope on her 80th birthday. It’s appropriate that you enter her house directly into the kitchen and she gives you a smootch right in the middle of the kitchen. That kitchen has witnessed lots of happy embraces and lots of delicious, love-filled food.