Mother's Day

Mother's Day. The Mother of all days.

How many of you know my mother? How many of you have heard enough stories, you are grateful you don't know my mother? Well, if you're coming to the wedding, you'll get a peek at my mother. I'll start praying for your encounter now to be a "positive" one.

This weekend we went to visit my mother. Danny + Michael joined us for the day on Saturday. It was another interesting experience and always a personal struggle (failure of my character?) in relating to my mom. I know she means well. Don't all mothers? Don't all daughters?

Well, for mother's day my daughter fixed me an excellent Moroccan dinner. She couldn't have blanched the asparagus better if I'd done it my self. They were perfect and lightly drizzled with balsamic vinegar. There were candles and she even put my iPod on with my favorite playlist.

For dessert she cut up fresh strawberries and adorned the middle with bits of brownie and drizzled (there's that culinary term again) with melted chocolate. The idea was perfect, execution was not as successful as the asparagus.

The brownie mix was the microwave kind and if you're not careful you can overcook, it which she did. So when it cools, it then becomes crunchy. Quite crunchy. That didn't stop us from enjoying the strawberry with the "crunchy brownie cookie" dessert. And it was a good laugh. We decided to stay focused on the perfect asparagus.

A thoughtful card was also given. It was wonderful and heartfelt. And for moments when I think this child disregards anything I say or do, I know that isn't true. Daughters DO mean well.

I may not have the best mom in the world. And I may not be the best mom either. But we're connected for a reason.

After all, who do you think taught her how to blanch the asparagus just perfect?