Mothers Day

It all started with an announcement from the kids that I had to be dressed for the weather and ready to go by about noon on Sunday. They had something up their sleeves, but no one was talking . . . not even Ken.

They all bopped over to the house about noon and stood around for a few minutes. Then Kevin and Katie disappeared, leaving Seth and Rick to hang out and make small talk. After 15 minutes or so, Rick's phone rang . . . "Taco Bueno," he answered, mumbling something else too low for me to hear. His phone rang a couple more times . . . with the same answer, I might add . . . until finally he said it was time to go.

Alrighty then . . . we jumped in my car and I drove . . . too many passengers for the pickup truck . . . following Rick's directions. We ended up out at White Rock Lake. We drove around the lake until Rick said to pull in and park. There, sitting on a quilt, were Kevin and Katie with a box of chicken, a cooler full of drinks, a bouquet of flowers, and a singing card that made me cry because of the sweet things they wrote in it.



I have to admit, I reminisced a bit as the boys wrestled and picked at each other. Watching them throw leftover biscuits to the ducks took me back to a day when they were all wee little boys. As Katie and I sat on the quilt watching the guys be goofy, I said, "just think, Katie, one day you'll be watching your grown-up son just like this." She smiled, grabbed my hand, and pressed it against her belly . . . my grandson was kicking up a storm. It was a perfectly wonderful day!!!