Mother's Day

We went to church, and That Choir Thang sang for the mothers. "Live Out Loud" by Steven Curtis Chapman. After we sang once, I realized we had to do it again, for the second service.

After church, we went to my Great-Granny's. She lives in Amish Country. Over there. We had a lot of fun just talking. After all, we're girls. Dad made do with the laptop, the tv, and a nap. While we yakked away. I can't keep my fingers still when I'm sitting down just talking. I have to do something. So I did. I started finishing my washcloth/ dishcloth/ potholder/ thing. And gave it to mom. Along with my card that I had scribbled on the way there. For us, it's not the presents to look forward to on Mother's day, it's the cards. We make them. Kt's is always a poster-card, and mine has some drawing somewhere. Abby's is...Abby's. It seems to be different every time.

My Great Granny...she's eighty-something, I think 84. maybe 85. I'll have to check. She has a hard time walking, but she doesn't have much of a hard time crocheting. It's amazing. But I guess if you have all the time in the world, it's understandable. She used to quilt, but now she only crochets and stuff. She's very cheerful. I love her bunches and bunches.

We came home late and "opened" Mom's presents. Sure, they were wrapped--or stuffed in bags, actually, and mom knew exactly what everything was. No surprises. That's why the cards are the best part :)