|Another Normal Rockwell moment with Master P, the Anonymous Husband, and his darling mom; the family nun - what, don't you have one of those? - and I are coordinating this masterpiece off camera.|
And do you notice somebody missing here? It seems strangely fitting that Mom here is the one not actually in any of my Mother's Day photos - not that I'm not delighted to have such a felicitous moment of my loved ones captured for eternity, but - wah - what about my good hair day? Oh, the symbolism.
Despite the day (my life) not being all about ME ME ME anymore, I did have a happy morning at church followed by a brunch comprised of the three brunch elements I hold most dear - terrific food, mimosas, and 80s music - in addition to the usual cards and flowers business. 'Twas a Smug Mummy sort of day in result, if not in look.
We had our happier wee CEO moments too, courtesy of a toddler train ride:
Excuse me while I go buy a tripod so that I might make future Mother's Days appearances too. After all, it might not just be all about me anymore, but even moms like to preserve the now-rare good hair/outfit days for posterity.
Hope your Mother's Day was just as festive and family-filled, if more photo-friendly, than mine.