After a slight deviation from last year's no contact flower delivery due to the pandemic, my son and I were able to enjoy what has become our Mother's Day tradition. And I had a realization about this tradition. I have told Douglas more than once he does not have to keep bringing the flowers, that it is enough for me just to be together. What I tumbled to was: this is Doug's tradition, not mine, even though I am a part of it. It is his tradition to bring his mommy a hanging planter every year. I'm just the fortunate recipient.
He brings the flowers and daughter-in-law Shelly brings me strawberry-rhubarb pie. That's her tradition and I love it!
Mother's Day began on Saturday with a card and more than two hours of facetime with daugher Kari and continued yesterday with many Facebook and phone greetings from other family members. I was one happy, and tired, mommy last night.
The weekend also brought first sightings of the beautiful Indigo Bunting and.....
.....a Ruby-throated Hummingbird - though I've yet to get a good picture of it.
Mother Nature and Family - Mother's Day weekend couldn't have been any better. 💖
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