The house bustled with activity this weekend. Jerri arrived on Wednesday and Meghan after work on Friday. We had a great time this weekend. It felt as if it had been a long time since we were all together without the strain of work schedules and exams.
We played games, watched movies and cooked great food. I was so happy to see both girls in the kitchen knowing their way around and preparing some great things for us all to share. Meghan, being a vegetarian, made a wonderful pasta dish and stuffed pepper, and Jerri made a terrific steak dinner. I have a lot to be grateful for. Barry was right there with them helping out and cleaning up. Nothing says love like a home cooked meal.
What is frustrating though is the amount of pain I was having this weekend. It interfered with the activity level for me.
On Sunday I was grateful for the overcast day as the heat of the sun was not mixing with the remnants of the flu. We spent a few hours outside with a fire in the pit and we all did some much needed puttering in the yard. Fire wood is split and stacked, the gardens are weeded and ready and our hanging baskets are good to go. There is no doubt that all of that - except the firewood - is a Mother's Day labour of love for them. I'm the only gardener in the family. I was unable to do much but being outside with the crew was fantastic. No phones, no T.V and no internet, just outdoor fun.
One of my Mothers Day gifts was a wonderful spread of delicacies that Jerri picked up from the St. Lawrence market in Toronto. It was served on a beautiful platter made by Meghan which also was a Mother's Day gift. So thoughtful.
So today I did what I know I need to do. Stay home, have a very quiet day and do very little. It's recovery time.
Weekends like that nourish more than our bodies, it nourishes my soul and helps me keep it all in perspective. I'm very fortunate to have a good family. The pain may be constant, but so are they.
We played games, watched movies and cooked great food. I was so happy to see both girls in the kitchen knowing their way around and preparing some great things for us all to share. Meghan, being a vegetarian, made a wonderful pasta dish and stuffed pepper, and Jerri made a terrific steak dinner. I have a lot to be grateful for. Barry was right there with them helping out and cleaning up. Nothing says love like a home cooked meal.
What is frustrating though is the amount of pain I was having this weekend. It interfered with the activity level for me.
On Sunday I was grateful for the overcast day as the heat of the sun was not mixing with the remnants of the flu. We spent a few hours outside with a fire in the pit and we all did some much needed puttering in the yard. Fire wood is split and stacked, the gardens are weeded and ready and our hanging baskets are good to go. There is no doubt that all of that - except the firewood - is a Mother's Day labour of love for them. I'm the only gardener in the family. I was unable to do much but being outside with the crew was fantastic. No phones, no T.V and no internet, just outdoor fun.
One of my Mothers Day gifts was a wonderful spread of delicacies that Jerri picked up from the St. Lawrence market in Toronto. It was served on a beautiful platter made by Meghan which also was a Mother's Day gift. So thoughtful.
So today I did what I know I need to do. Stay home, have a very quiet day and do very little. It's recovery time.
Weekends like that nourish more than our bodies, it nourishes my soul and helps me keep it all in perspective. I'm very fortunate to have a good family. The pain may be constant, but so are they.
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