It's Mother Day, and I'm still at college so I had to call Kell and give her my greetings via cell. It was 6:00 a.m., just before I went to bed, and I'm afraid I woke her up. She didn't seem to mind, though. I guess with Coney she's used to offspring disrupting her sleep.
Mother's Day never meant much to me in the past, which is probably more of a reflection on Angelique than anything else. Every year I'd make a card out of crayons, macaroni, etc., and every year I've give it to her. Years later when we moved into our current home I found them in a box of Dad's stuff, some with food stains. I think he rescued them from the garbage.
One time when I eight, I made Angelique a Mother's Day card by gluing onto construction paper the exoskeletons of dead bugs. Even then my insectivore nature was refusing to be tamped down.
Things are different with Kell, of course. I have to be careful about giving her too many items like cards, since they'll henceforth be displayed in perpetuity on the refrigerator.
