Yesterday was my mother’s 52nd
birthday, and though we bombarded her Facebook page with songs and sentiments that made her cry, begged her to know what she wanted for her special day, and all called to speak with her, I think the best present we gave was surprising her by visiting—all three of us daughters—without even talking about it beforehand! After we were there for a good hour, my youngest sister, who lives there, heard something at the back door—and my middle sister sauntered in and said, “I couldn’t be the only one who didn’t come over, could I?”
We had a wonderful day visiting, eating angel food cake topped with frozen strawberries and whipped cream (I never knew it was my mother’s favorite until today—isn’t that sad?), pouring through old family photographs (I think I left with the most; I just love them), listening to Motown music (something that my mother played all of the time while we grew up and is now the favorite music of at least two of us) and simply visiting. We laughed, we discussed old boyfriends and a potential wedding in the future for my unmarried sister, we cuddled with my mom’s kitten, and it was really a wonderful day.