Oy, I’ve been on the verge of tears for the last couple of
days. Mommy tears. I didn’t think it was possible for me to be more sentimental
than I already was, but then I became a Mom. Well, maybe I’m the same amount of
sentimental but just react more to the sentimental things.
Mom called me back, and I was fighting tears. Mom asked,
“What’s the matter?” “I’m just on the verge of tears.” Mom replied, “I knew I should’ve come up this weekend!”
“No, it’s not that at all. I just got a message after I called you. It was G-,
and she said that Boop and G wanted to take me out to dinner for Mother’s Day.”
Mom laughed, “Well, if that’s the case, then you’re best to just get it out.”
My aunts S and D were with her, and she put me on speaker phone. She continued,
“Tell them what you got.” “I posted it on the blog this morning.” She went on,
“She got a picture from Cecilly and flowers from me.” “I got flowers from S and
S, too!” Then, Mom got confused about Boop’s artwork, and I was telling them
about the poem on the flower pot—at which point my voice cracked.--"Talk amongst yourselves!"
That’s not to mention the nice notes and well-wishes folks
have been giving me, especially this morning. It’s been coming on for a few
days and building. I had pretty much been looking forward to a quiet day today,
but if Boop and G want to go out, why not? It’s my first Mother’s Day.
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