Better Late Than Never

Happy Mother's Day plus two to all the Moms out there.

With the big birthday, Mother's Day, and a sixty-second anniversary party for my aunt and uncle (that's sixty-two years of marriage, not a one-minute party) we had a pretty busy weekend.

This year, because neither Clare's Mom nor I have a Mom to spend Mother's Day with, Clare and I took Clare's Mom to lunch at a restaurant she's been wanting to try for years. It's a great location right next to a river, but the food was just good—and we expected fantastic. After lunch, we drove to the anniversary party where we ate again. Then when we got home, I had another piece of birthday cake. So much for fitting into last summer's shorts for vacation.

It was tough not having my Mom around for Mother's Day. It was even tougher for my birthday though—she used to call every year around 8:00 a.m. at the time I was born. (Yeah, that sucked in college.) This year there was no call.

It's strange how memories hit us. I can sometimes poke through my mother's things without any sentimentality at all. Then, when I go to get my driver's license renewed, I get teary-eyed because I remember stopping with her at the DMV after going out to lunch with her once last year. Maybe that's why Mother's Day wasn't so tough for me—because I'll always have great memories of my Mom—and because I have Clare and Clare's Mom to spend it with.

I hope all of you had a great Mother's Day too.