Mother's Day, 2015

Flower leis flown in from Hawaii

Like every child who has moved away, I called Mom. We talked about her and Dad's health (they're good, but "great" would be exaggerating when one is 85+) and the latest goings-on from back home. We had both gone to church this morning---she in Hawaii and me in California---and the congregations had asked for blessings on moms everywhere.

My brothers were arriving with salmon and roast turkey, the noise was increasing, and dinner was about to start. Back in California I had also made dinner--grilled pork chops with mushroom gravy--because others had caught the flu and no one felt like going out. Gifts are appreciated, but gifts of time always seem to bring tears to mothers' eyes.

Happy Mother's Day!