Well, we have just recently returned from the celebration for my mother. It was a combined one for Mother’s Day and Her 80th birthday which was a few days ago. It was a surprise party but the surprise was on all of us. The message from my brother said that it was at a pavilion/building at the local park from 11 – 3. As usual, Mark and I were fashionably late and felt bad about it until we got inside and saw that everyone was just setting up. Okay, no big deal then. So we went outside on the wraparound veranda and chatted with other family who were just arriving. My two daughters came, two of my grandchildren were there along with my brothers and sister. One of my nephews arrived shortly after us (the servicemen) and Mark and I visited with him for a while.
Everyone began filing inside to wait for my mom and dad to get there. Mom had told everyone that she didn’t want to celebrate her birthday – no party or anything. Well that didn’t fly with my dad because they made him celebrate his 80th a couple of years ago and he was bound to get even. The time started ticking away. Food was ready and smelling awfully good. We had not eaten and were pretty hungry. And we waited. Finally, one of my brothers called their house but got no answer. So we waited. Again finally, one of the other brothers called her cell phone – it was his deal to get her there in the first place – and she answered. He proceeded to ask her where she was. She said they were getting some of dad’s prescriptions filled. He asked when she was coming to pick him up ’cause he had been waiting on her. After he hung up, we found out what the whole set up had been.
Mom and dad were invited, supposedly, to his house for lunch for Mother’s Day. He had left his truck in the driveway and a note on the door saying that he was helping a friend set up tables at the pavilion for a gathering that he was having there and would she come pick him up and take him home so that they could have lunch. What a mix up! They finally arrived at about 1:20. After they did, dad told Mark that he was told to get her there at 2. I said that they should have called him early in the day to make sure he was aware of the time, I mean he is 82 this year for Pete’s sake. What a mess!
Beside all that, it was a great day to spend with family. I always feel bad because there are certain cousins that I know their faces like the back of my hand but I can never remember their names when I need to. We were half way home when I looked at Mark and said, “That’s pathetic! Sue and Maryann are their names!!” He looked at me real puzzled and said, “Who are you talking about?” I answered, “My two cousins who were talking to us from the table in back of ours!” He just shook his head and laughed at me. But really, those are long-term memories and shouldn’t be subject to my memory loss problems. It is the pits when I do that and I always feel guilty about it later. Especially about those two! But they don’t know any difference, I hope.
I hope everyone had as good a day as we did and a Happy Mother’s Day. The love of family is like no other. The love of friends is great but nothing beats family. But then again, in Christ we are all brothers and sisters are we not? Until later…
Always remember that Jesus died for us because He loves us!
Peace be with you,