I am at an age where a lot of the sentiment I hear expressed on Mother’s Day is “I really miss my mom.”
I know this pain well, because I really miss my dad.
But tonight I ate unparalleled baked ziti with my mother and we talked and laughed, and then I brought some over to my grandmother and sat looking at her flowers for a while as my children played in her yard.
And though these were mundane moments, they were also magical ones. The ones I will miss when someday they’re gone, but I will know that I cherished all of them.
Happy Mother’s Day.