And, Sunday didn’t disappoint with early morning muffins, gerber daisies, homemade cards to die for, a homemade bookmark, a potted basil plant, and then a big lot of flowers and mulch outside the kitchen window given with the promise that they would be planted that afternoon. After church, we went out to lunch at our local Chinese place. Apparently, Chinese is not a popular choice for a Mother’s Day menu. Despite the 40-minute wait at the diner next door, we ate alone for most of our meal at the Chinese place. And, we had a fun time reminiscent of our time in China trying to ask the waitress and then a cook if they could make steamed egg for Lydia. The cook literally brought a raw egg out to us, and we went back and forth trying to communicate what it was we were asking for. We weren’t sure what we would actually get. But, sure enough, we got the steamed egg (which by the way I’ve mastered at home. Yea me!). Once home, Lydia went down for a nap, and everyone else went outside to (1) plant my flowers and mulch and (2) admire the Dogwood Festival which was setting up literally across the street (and I mean literally). Our park has been taken over by carnies as it is one week a year (and has been since the 1940s for this tradition). While they did that, I stayed inside in the (relative) quiet (lots of noise outside as the ferris wheel and the like were being assembled). So, now, it’s Monday, and I’m coming off the high of being the “star” for the weekend and preparing now to enter the world of carnies tonight as we take the kids out for wristband night. I don’t know how much they are going to cost us this year (a small fortune, no doubt). I’m going to be the mom making my kids go on just a few more rides to make sure we get our money’s worth. Kidding. Sort of.

More posts on that to follow, no doubt.