Mother's Day 2013

“It is the custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtinesses and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind; and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.”  - J.M. Barrie

Happy Mother's Day, mamacita. Thank you for teaching me about "soft-ball stage" when it comes to making chocolate oatmeal cookies. Thank you for teaching me to never take the first magazine on the rack but to reach behind and take one from the back. Thank you for your endless patience. Thank you for the pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds of meats and fruits that you've given me over the years. Thank you for letting me make bad decisions and have growing experiences. Thank you for being you.