Guess where I will (more than likely) be spending Mother's Day this year?
Why, at a christening, of course. Isn't that where every infertile woman or bereaved mother wants to spend Mother's Day? Lucky, lucky me....
We were invited to FIL's for lunch today, & of course stepBIL & wife were there with the baby. And off afterwards to shop for a christening gown & bonbonniere (party favours) for the baptism. Which just happens to be on Mother's Day.
Mrs. StepBIL claims she did not realize the significance of the day when she booked the baptism -- she was just relieved to find a priest who would do it for them (since they are not regular churchgoers).
Dh says maybe we won't be invited. Yeah, sure....
I have a headache.
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On the bright side, we got to see our nephews, who were also invited to lunch. Their parents are vacationing on the Mayan Riviera at the moment -- kidless for the first time in 20 years. Dh has been calling to check in on them every day, & their other grandmother, who lives close by, has been feeding them most nights. They live across the city, about an hour's drive away, but our oldest nephew has a car & a GPS -- and, of course, the fearlessness of a 20-year-old who thinks he's invincible, even when navigating North America's busiest stretch of highway.
I was watching as they pulled up in front of the house (driving too fast, of course) & somehow unfolded themselves and their 6-foot-plus frames out of the tiny Honda Fit. My heart swelled with pride, and wonder, and bewilderment.
The years pass by WAY too fast.