I think this was the sweetest Mother’s Day we’ve had in a long time.
Yesterday, Marcus’ friends from high school, Mike and Sara (Mike is in our wedding) welcomed their baby daughter into the world! Naturally, as soon as we got the “all clear” text from them, we hustled over to the hospital to meet her.
What I didn’t realize is that we would be the second pair of people to show up, Sara’s parents being the first to do so. Obviously I have no idea of how this Meet Your New Baby Thing works. So there I am, sitting in the hospital room, tearing up as I’m watching all of these straight-up Baby Book-moments unfold in front of me.
It was madness, kittens.
Yes, yes, I know what you’re thinking. I just have
giant mitts That Winning Way with the little ones.
Given that Baby Girl was wrapped in some sort of pseudo-baby burrito-arrangement, I can’t confirm or deny the fact that she has 10 fingers and 10 toes or is lacking a tail. But we’re just going to take their word for it, kay?
Mother Nature’s Mother’s Day gift to my mother was a set of blooming Forsythias.
Here’s the deal. My parents have lived in the same house since I was three or four. And when I was just a pup, I got it into my head that the flowers on a forsythia bush looked EXACTLY like that flower that Ariel plucks in the beginning of The Little Mermaid as she says “He loves me, he loves me not…”
How classic, right?
And in the most tried and true tradition of A Beautiful Mind, it dawned on me that I could make like Ariel and do the same thing. Except where Ariel only got to pluck the petals off of one flower, I got to pluck the petals off of…500 FLOWERS!
So I did. I can only wonder what my poor Mother’s face must have looked like when she came out to get me and found me in the middle of all of that carnage.
But bless her heart, instead of tearing them out and re-planting, they’ve stayed there, in front of our house, like some sort of botanical scarlet letter.
While this is the biggest bloom we’ve had in 19 years, it’s a safe bet to say that those bushes still haven’t fully recovered.
After this morning’s Eastern European-inspired brunch, we went down to the Stone Arch Bridge to admire the Mississippi River. Apparently we’re meant to be at flood stage for another six weeks still, so it was more raging than picturesque.
There’s just something about inhaling aerosolized river water that leaves one with a renewed sense of self. 😉
While we were busy taking it all in, I spied a lady goose and her nest.
But who am I to be telling varmints how to live their lives?
It did take us a moment to determine that it was, in fact, a nest. But since that little outcropping didn’t look particularly welcoming (hello, no predators) and geese don’t tear out their down feathers for just any old thing, we figured it was probably a safe bet.
What did you do for Mother’s Day? Do you have any family traditions?