Mother’s Day 2016

  “Hey, How much pizza did you order? Another delivery is here!” My Dad says.

   My Mom opens a door and screams! It’s a happy scream. Then she denies that she screamed. But we all heard her do it. My Brother came home earlier than expected from his job.

   My Mother had been all depressed because she didn’t think my Brother would be home for Mother’s Day. Now being a Mother and having my own Son, I understand how she feels.

   I am a person too that likes having family gatherings, and having everyone there. I too like to cook food, and for the first time this year we actually have a yard so now I can garden and Grill out and repay my Mom for all those times she fed us, and cooked out too.

   My Mom has a theory, the same theory her Grandmother and Mother had. The same theory I have adopted. Cook the food, and people will come. The Kitchen is the heart of the home and it is where the most important time is spent. Eating food and telling stories.

   So happy Mother’s Day to My Mom. The older I get I become more like you, and I’m OK with that because you are a great Mom. As I have gotten older you have become more like a best friend, and you are an amazing Grandmother, to your Grandson. He always knows if he goes to Grandma’s, she has “delicious” food in her kitchen that he would like to taste. We don’t mind you being a food tester either, and when you get tired of cooking or don’t feel like cooking dinner, you can always come over and snitch food from our kitchen, or have a cup of coconut coffee.

Love,
Chris

Happy Mother’s Day to My Mom, and all other Mom’s out there!

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