A journal from someone who is living in the most beautiful place on Earth
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Mother's Day, 2014
That morning the church ushers presented each mother with a giant rose. After the service they served an assortment of tea and finger foods, beautifully laid out, on long tables bedecked with tablecloths. On Mother's Day there's a yearning to be civilized.
That afternoon the male residents of the house cleaned and vacuumed each room. The mother of the household applauded, though the results weren't up to her standards. Material things are no longer important to her, but time spent tending to her needs by people she loves are very much appreciated.
That evening phone calls were made to the grandmothers. They each sounded happy, on a day filled with calls, visits, and food. All was well.