Today is Good Friday. It doesn't feel much like a holiday, and I'm sitting at work. It feels strange still to work on a religious holiday, but here I am. I have no plans for Easter this year. Unlike most feast days, I've not been notified that I'm hosting some kind of dinner, which is why no one has received any invitations. I'm not really planning on driving to West Tennessee to see my mother or my mother-in-law, so I guess we'll sit at home and eat TV dinners. I might buy a small ham. I just don't know yet. Heather's just about too old for Easter baskets, and I can't even remember if I got her one last year. Another in a long line of parental shortcomings and failures. Mothers are supposed to be superhuman creatures, and I just keep falling short.

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Anonymous said…
Hehehe. I may have forgotten entirely about Easter-- your mom and daughter have birthdays I am too busy forgetting to buy the cards for...so I think you don't fall short as a mother, just in memory, and I am inclined to think that's genetic :)

Love you Mom
1:37 PM
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