Happy Mother's Day

Mort called at 8AM and asked for me. He wished me a Happy Mother’s Day and said, he hadn’t heard from me about what we were doing for Mother’s Day. Really, you haven’t heard from me? Cause strangely enough I didn’t call you last year either. Remember when I use to call you weeks in advance and you’d act surprise like Mother’s Day caught you buy surprise? And then you’d say you’d have to get back to me? But you didn’t until like the night before? Do you remember that? Obviously, the answer was no, so I just didn’t respond to what he said.

He asked if we had any plans. I told him we were just going to Oscar’s church and that was it. He told me that he was thinking we could come to his house for lunch at around noon. What planet does he live on? Is it the same one, I live on? Obviously not.

“Mort, we won’t be there by noon. Church doesn’t get out at noon.”

“What time do you think you’ll get out?”

“1PM, 1:30?”

“Really that late?”

Dude, come on. What family are you a part of? This isn’t some hour or hour and a half white church service. This is a Southern Baptist church. Southern Baptist. The fact that they get out now before 2:30PM is an act of God. Southern Baptists know you can’t praise God in less than two hours. But I didn’t say that. “Yes, that late.”

“Well come over after you get out.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

I gathered up the pictures and the Mother’s Day cards the kids had made for the moms in their lives. We got everyone dressed and out the door, only to get on the road at nearly noon, which their Oma declared too late to walk in to church, so we went to go pick up Aunt Brenda and Vandy so we could roll out to the other side of the moon aka Mort’s house.

We got to his house, changed out of our unused church clothes, and they went off to play. I had the girls hand out the Mother’s Day cards with their newly taken Easter/birthday pictures inside. Then we ate. Mort cooked everything himself. I was very impressed. The meal and the company was delicious. I guessed since he cooked, he felt like he didn’t need to clean up the kitchen. I decided to duck out on the helping in the kitchen too. I stayed outside with the girls, playing catch with them and Jory, where I learned Rowan and I need to spend a little more time playing catch. I didn’t think it was possible to be that bad at it.

Jory was having such a ball and Aunt Brenda and Vandy had to go back home that the girls and I went home early and left Oma and Jory. We dropped off AB and Vandy, then we headed over to Aunt Carol’s to finish handing out Mother’s Day cards, even Happy was over there unfortunately her card got lost somewhere though her picture did not.

Another good Mother’s Day though and my paper bouquet of flowers, complete with their own vase hangs nicely in the bathroom. We’ll see what Mort has up his sleeve next year for Mother’s Day.