Mother’s Day

The cookies I made over Mother's Day weekend with my step-mom.
The cookies I made over Mother’s Day weekend with my step-mom.

 

I went home for Mother’s Day to spend it with my step-mom.

The plan was to bake snickerdoodles and watch a movie together.

My mother-in-law lives in the same town so my wife came along and spent the day with her.

We’d come in Saturday. We got up early on Sunday at my parents’ house to head over to my wife’s parents’ house.

We had to get there early as my mother-in-law wanted to go to church.

She used to go to church every week as the music director for her church, but that eventually was too much stress for her.

She stopped doing the music program and is now more of a “two day Christian” (Christmas and Easter), at least for going to church. She’s still very much a Christian at home.

I always like going to church with her, but I can’t bring myself to go every week in my hometown without knowing what the churches are actually like.

After church my wife went to spend the day with her mom while I went home to spend the day with mine.

My step-mom and I chatted a lot, played Quiddler (a card version of Scrabble if you’ve never played), made snickerdoodles, had pizza for dinner, and watched A Fish Called Wanda.

At the end of all that my wife still wasn’t finished with her activities of hiking, making Indian food, eating the Indian food, and chatting.

My parents recommended a movie for my wife and I to watch together called Notting Hill.

We decided to preview the first bit of the movie to make sure my wife would like it before I left to pick her up.

The first half hour was pretty good and I think my wife and I will like watching it together.

I went and got her from her parents’ house. Her mom always has to take a picture whenever we’re over, so we submitted ourselves to the camera’s gaze before leaving.

I drove the two hours back in the dark and we ended up in bed by 11.

And that was my Mother’s Day!

-Mister Ed

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