I had a perfect day. My greatest mothers day wish is that I am able remember the little details that made it special and smile many years from now. I want to remember the necklace I got from Luz, one she had made last summer at camp, one that I repaired many times with bits of tin-foil and twine. I want to remember her excitement, how she woke me up at 6 am to climb into the bed next to me, shower me with kisses, and tell me the first part of my present...to sleep late. I want to remember how she took my breakfast order the night before and made it precisely to my persinickity order...two whole grain toasts, one with nutella, one with almond butter, and an iced-coffee from P.J.'s, with one Sugar in the Raw. I want to remember the plate I ate it on...handmade by Luz with specific instructions not to microwave or place in the dishwasher. I want to remember that James slept until after 8 (thank you very much pal) and that he showered me with kisses and hugs and "happy mothers days".
I want to remember a lovely day with my family and friends and with my mom, my wonderful role model and best friend.
And I want to remember the beautiful end to it - the sun setting while I watched my dusty, sleepy kids, covered in bits of hay and Plum St. Snowball, heads spinning from the sights and sounds of the end of Jazz Fest..and as we made our way out, back to reality we happened upon a last little gift, Arcade Fire taking the stage to play with RAM, from Haiti.
I had a perfect day.