My Big Sister reminded me once of a quote by Cesare Pavese, "We don't remember days; we remember moments." (28.7.1940).
I owe you a longer entry, but at the moment I cannot transfer the thoughts from the weekend eloquently enough to merit a longer entry.
Instead, I sit here lost in the wonder that is SF. She has been sick the last few days and has been taking medicines from the doctor. We had a wonderful "date" on Friday and a wonderful day Saturday (Flamingo Party and all). She did not feel up to the Harley Owners Group meeting today, so we agreed to get things done and rest.
When she called me this evening, I was just finishing up my laundry and getting ready to grill my dinner. She thanked me for accompanying her to the Flamingo Party and being such a good sport with the group. Then, to my utter amazement, she asked me where I would like to go for Mother's Day for dinner.
She continues to amaze me. She has no reason in the whole world to even be concerned with the day; however, because she loves me and knows that my daughters are my world, she wants to make sure that I get the celebration that I deserve. She wants to celebrate me as their mother and celebrate Stephanie's entrance into the life that only a mother understands.
So, for the time being, I do not remember the days....no instead, tonight I remember the moment...
Sleep well SF and get well soon...ILU....