Remembering Mother’s Day

This Sunday is Mother’s Day.

To me, along with Easter, it’s the most important Sunday of the year because it’s the day we honor the women in our lives, the mothers, grandmothers, greatgreat grandmothers and other women who do so much for us men and ourchildren.

To me, Mother’s Day is a little earlier this year, although I realize it’s always on the second Sunday of May.

This year, I went by the floral shop more than 10 days before and made arrangements for flowers to be sent to the house early Saturday morning.

I also picked out a Mother’s Day card for Pat and I selected a Mother’s Day card to send to our daughter Meghan from us.

This is Meghan’s fourth Mother’s Day since she became a mother in August of 2018 when she gave birth to her and husband Terry’s son, Liam.

Choosing a Mother’s Day gift for my wife is always tricky.

But, a year ago, rather than fretting fret over it, I found a store that has a variety of gifts to choose from and think I may try that again.

Keep in mind I’m writing this several days before we celebrate Mother’s Day.

The breakfast crowds on this coming Sunday morning won’t be to Pat’s liking, I don’t think.

She would prefer I pick up something, that way she can relax and enjoy.

I will not have her cook us breakfast on Mother’s Day, no matter how simple it might be.

I don’t want her to have to hurry around.

Pat usually likes me to decide what to get. So, come Sunday morning I will. Then we can take our time enjoying what I choose.

I’ll have Pat decide what she would like to do on “her” day. I have no idea what that will be.

Come supper time, that is a decision she will need to make, but she won’t be cooking.

Not sure what we did a year ago.

If she decides she wants me to grill, that is what I’ll do. If she wants to go out, we’ll do that.

Come this Sunday, we’ll see what she has in mind. Makes no difference to me and of course it really shouldn’t.

Once again at the end of the day Sunday I just want Pat to be able to say she enjoyed her Mother’s Day. It can’t get much better than her telling me she was pleased with “her” day.