After our annual Mother’s Day brunch, with nine Millers and vonBriesens crammed together in a too-small space (which caused me to eat only half of my eggs), I took some photos of my sister, and then I went for a walk. I had a live radio interview at 2:30, so I walked fast.
During my hobble around the ‘hood, I talked with neighbors about The Shooting, told a group of folks congregating by a garden which flower was a tulip (my attempt at humor, and they laughed), and heard a song by The Parlotones that choked me up. It was a free download from some music site I joined so that I could get free songs. Few of them ever move me like this one. I replayed it about four times so that I wouldn’t forget my idea about how I would spend the majority of my Mother’s Day, though I expected it to only usurp an hour. (Ha!)
I’m sure the lyrics do not fit precisely, but you’ll have to grant me some poetic license.
I know most of the kids in this slide show—some from my daughter’s school, some relatives. I threw in a few baby pictures, too—my sister, me, my husband. And I added a shot of my friend, Jennifer König, who had new reason to celebrate this Hallmark holiday.
In a new commercial, a doctor tells a baby, “Congratulations! It’s a mommy!”
Here’s to us and our miracles.