There is a wonderful comfort in really knowing someone, like when my husband and I get into the car for any trip over 10 minutes and I know he will start analyzing each car we pass, trying to decided which car he would buy if suddenly gifted with a great deal of money, critiquing the design and questioning the car companies naming of different automobiles. And, it only gets more fun the closer we get to Detroit.
So,when we met up with my mom for a family barbecue this weekend, I was looking forward to the comfortable familiar, her showing up late, taking 2 hours to make a salad. (that fact I am not even slightly exaggerating. Though to give her some credit, it is the best salad I've ever ate.) But to my surprise she was there much earlier than me, we ate before sunset, and she raced around with the kids afterward. Yes, raced! Who knew she could move so fast. I think she has been secretly training, setting up little time trials with her retired Floridian neighbors. In the end I think most of us were outrun by the 7 year old, but mom gets the award for the greatest effort, and definately looked the most fabulous doing so.
Posted by Alicia at 9:41 AM