When I was growing up, my dad didn’t do a lot of romantic things. I don’t remember him ever giving Mother a Valentine’s gift or making any other romantic gesture, but on Mother’s Day, he always got her a corsage to wear. My sisters can correct me if my memory is lacking, but I don’t remember him ever missing. Back then, a woman always wore a dress & heels, a hat and gloves to church, so the flowers were a perfect accessory. It would seem a little out of place to wear a corsage today when most of us are wearing pants, even jeans to Sunday worship service. Weddings and proms are about the only occasions for wearable flowers now, but not then, and my Daddy was the best!
Our last Sunday in Kansas for the spring just happens to fall on Mother’s Day. Granddaughter Katrina came from Tulsa for the weekend, so we took up almost an entire pew in church this morning. Only Jordan, Marc and Rae were missing from nearby family. We missed Robert and Shelly from Hawaii and Avery from Atlanta, GA. Tim had to work this afternoon, so we’re getting together this evening for a meal with the whole batch. It’s so seldom that everyone is available at the same time once the grandkids are grown or nearly so. We’ll try to get a picture this evening.
This past week was the last school activity we’ll attend for the season, the high school awards ceremony. Jadelyn was inducted into the National Honor Society, as well as collecting several awards in a variety of subjects. Congratulations!
Things have changed since our kids were little and we counted time until a special event in “sleeps”. We are planning to leave for Colorado on Thursday this week and we’re counting “one mores”. One more laundry day, one more trash day, one more (at least) grocery store visit. And this is probably the “one more” blog until we’re gone. See you down the road!