2nd Mother’s Day

I knew something was different. The clock said 7am, no 5:45am. I had slept late! Wayne was not beside me. I heard rustling in the house below. I promptly snuggled into my covers and went back to sleep like a good mother. After a thirty minute snooze, there was a thump on the door. Sara and Wayne tumbled in the door with a tray of delectables: white chocolate cherry swirled bread, toasted w/ butter; peeled orange slices; cold milk; and a calla lily across the tray. Well done, Dad! Sara and Wayne joined me in the bed and we watched CBS Sunday morning enjoying an article about Mom’s finding new careers w/ motherhood.