Mother’s Day

It’s a quiet Mother’s Day here. I can hear my husband snoring in the other room as I contemplate opening a bottle of wine. It’s early afternoon and we have skipped church. I cleaned out my Girl Scout stuff, threw some away & offered some to other leaders. The girls are … somewhere in the house. The forecast says partly sunny but it’s already rained once. I should call my mom.

It’s probably not what anyone expects for Mother’s Day. But laying here on the couch, I count it a blessing. We are not perfect. But we have love. And right now, this is exactly what I want.

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