I missed my nap today. Mother's Day (although my mother left us on July 4, 1991 after waiting for my son to be born) is a joy for me. We attended a beautiful Mass, with the First Communion children dressed like they used to be 50 years ago. We went for a walk with the family in Wildcat Den to the Devil's Punch Bowl and had a picnic with fried chicken and really bad plastic containers of salads and stuff. Then we attended a 40th wedding anniversary of a pillar of our church.
Then we came home and lounged and ate supper and watched America's Funniest Home Videos. I wound the clocks. We are winding down to bedtime. The Lord God Almighty is better to me than I could ever hope of deserving. Or even imagine...