Mother's Day

I have many good memories of Mother's Days with our children over the years. But this year's Mother's Day has been looking less and less like a memory-maker. First of all I found out that Anthony and Lori would be going to her parents in New York, which is fine, because they seldom see her family. Then when I called Ray in Virginia Beach on Friday he said he's on duty this weekend and wouldn't be able to come. Finally, worst of all, right before I went to bed Friday night I was reading the newspaper and saw something that made my heart sink right to my toes. Our son Frank, Destiny's dad, was arrested last Saturday night for a variety of things, and was put in jail with an extremely high cash bail amount. We had heard absolutely nothing about it all week, and still have not been able to get a hold of anyone to find out any more about it. I feel half sad and half mad and half like I don't even care anymore. (That's too many halves, isn't it?)

So yesterday I told Sam that I guess he would be the only one of our seven children that would be here for Mother's Day. Today as we arrived home from church I expected to see Sam's car in the driveway. Instead it was Ray's!! Sam arrived soon afterward. I found out that when I was talking to Ray Friday evening he was actually near Washington DC on his way to Sam's place, where he's been this weekend. He wanted to surprise me for Mother's Day. That just made my day!

This morning in church the pastor had all the mothers come forward to be honored and prayed for and to be given one of these beautiful carnations.

Sam, Ray, Destiny, Dick, and I went to Hoss's Steakhouse for lunch. It was a fun time.

You can dress me up, but you can't take me out. When I went to get my little ice cream cone at the end of the meal, I held my cone right up beside the thing that you press. I wondered why nothing was coming out. Then I discovered that I was holding my cone at the wrong place, and the icecream had indeed been coming out - a lot of it sitting like a cowpile on the grates under the ice cream "faucets." You'd think I never operated one of those things before.