I know that my years with my mother may be numbered, so I really enjoyed today.
Especially since my mother fell yesterday while she was with my sister. I got the phonecall and rushed to Porterville to see her. Fortunately she was not seriously hurt, other than a couple of scraped knees and a bruised face. She looks as if someone gave her a shiner on her right eye. I packed up her bag and told her she was coming home with me.
So, today, I got up early made her buscuits and coffee and we enjoyed a nice early mother-daughter time out on the front porch. It was lovely.
I then spent the rest of the morning cooking - chili beans, Mexican rice and teriyaki chicken - for a family potluck at my niece's home in a nearby town.
We had a great time. They live on a beautiful home in the country surrounded by 40 acres of vineyards. I had never been there but I fell in love with the old-fashion country home. They had everything I wish my home had - including three bathrooms and a nice game-room loft.
But what I loved the most was their back yard. It was gorgeous - complete with volleyball, basketball and a pool.
The young children could climb a nice treehouse.
Everything was great until we heard some of the teen kids yelling "Grandma, Stop!" and when I turned around, my mother, wearing a very nice pink dress, was half way up the treehouse.
Now, there she was, climbing up the tree house. I had done it earlier and slid down a slide and she said it was her turn. She then insisted on sliding down. My mother has always been a bit on the stubborn side. She refuses to admit that she is old (85) and she claims she can do everything an 18-year-old can. I tell her no, she can not. But, that's my mother. She's stubborn.
But, except for that little incident, we all had a very nice time.
I think I will always remember this day.