Holidays Long Ago

As long as I’m posting about celebrations so far in the past it’s like they never happened, let’s talk about the days for the parents;  Mother’s Day.

Mother’s Day was a lovely affair, complete with German Chocolate Cake.  Eva’s preschool did Muffins with Moms the week before Mother’s Day.  It was noisy and chaotic and I had the delightful opportunity to sit my fat bottom in a tiny preschool-sized chair.  Not only was it tiny in width, it was only about 2 inches from the ground.  My knees were pleasantly tucked into my third chin and my saddlebags were dangling serenely just centimeters above the carpet.  I’ve never been more comfortable. 

Eva and I made a craft together and ate muffins.  Well…I made a craft and ate muffins.  Eva mostly jumped around.  I did feel bad for poor Eva because she desperately wanted a chocolate muffin but was told multiple times to wait until the dessert table was opened to the public.  When it was finally time to eat, I was engrossed in gluing Eva’s handprints onto a butterfly body and I didn’t realize the table was open for consumption.  The chocolate muffins were gone by the time we arrived at the trough.  Eva was a good sport and grandfathered her excitement into the lemonade stand instead.  She drank two full glasses of lemonade and ate nothing else.  We made many trips to the potty that day.

Eva had made me a gift prior to the get together which I got to open when I arrived.  She was very proud of the stickers she had chosen and shouted multiple times, “Mama!  I made this for you!”  My heart was molten hot with love for her.

 

On Mother's Day proper, Michael wrote me a sweet letter and bought me a hand-held mixer and electric salt and pepper grinders.  I scored my annual candy bar at church, which was consumed in the car on the way home.  It was a happy Mother’s Day and I’m incredibly grateful that I get to celebrate motherhood and have a legitimate excuse to eat chocolate all day.

Now, what should I make first with my new mixer…