Mother’s Day

So yesterday came and went. A day of roping up the kids and keeping them busy while mom has the day to do her thing. It was actually pretty good. I was able to get my first strong cup of coffee in my before Ava woke up and then I ran a few errands before coming home to take Maia and Lauryn off Kate’s hands. The grill was in service for a good portion of the day and the weather was just perfect for it. Perhaps it was a tad hot but there was a stiff breeze that felt good on the skin. Kate was able to retreat to our bedroom to read a book. I was a bit miffed by her absence most of the day given the beautiful weather but, hey, it was time well deserved so who am I to question her reasoning?

The afternoon was spent listening to the Cubs as they managed not to blow another late 1-run lead against the Phillies while I got corn and a pork loin ready for the grill. I love grilling…not that that I’m particularly good at it but I enjoy how it doesn’t feel like work when you can cook something outdoors in perfect weather. Cooking inside is never that much fun. Dinner came and went quietly which is welcome with three kids. After dinner I made an ice cream run and after that the kids were off to bed. This gave me the window I was looking for to hit the hot tub for a few, relaxing minutes.

So in all it was a pretty good day and I know Kate was really appreciative of having a care-free day. However, I couldn’t help through all of this to think about my mom. How I wished she was still here. What I would say to her if she were still here. I also thought about my sister, Tina, as I know she had to be having similar thoughts. It wasn’t just my thoughts doing it to me…I was doing yard work checking over our plants and the breeze floated the aroma of the lilac bush to me. I remember how insistent my mom was that we plan that bush right in front of the living room window so that the smell could fill the house. She was right.

So clearly the sadness is still there, it still runs deep and the day being as good as it was only took the edge off it. I guess time is doing it’s best to heal the wound but for mestill got a long way to go.