Mother’s Day has never been my favorite holiday, for various reasons. Its just been a blah day, especially since my mom passed and I’ve had a series of “partners” who just don’t get my need for something to make those days slightly special. I don’t mean gifts. I can buy my own cack. I’m really good at that, in fact.

My Mother’s Day was spent with my kids and Freedom, with my brother and his girlfriend, down on “their” farm. I’ve not seen my little brother in almost a year, because he got sick and I was embroiled in school… and I’m kind of flaky. No, really, its true. So, when he invited us down a few weeks ago, I was thrilled, and Mother’s Day seemed like the perfect day, since we both lost Mom, and all that.

Freedom, the kids and I all piled into the Tarty Van and headed south, driving like maniacs to get the hell out of NoVa. Ok, not really, but whatever. We made it to the farm, eventually found my brother, and lived happily ever after.

Dude, really?

Yes. Well, there was some confusion about how to find his house, and there was no cell phone service, so we did manage to drive around a bit in an act of utter confusion. I’m never one for actually being prepared, and so the directions in my head were “turn ______ at the red truck,” thinking I’d fill in the blank later, using my phone. Shut up.

But, anyway, we made it to his house in one piece and met his beautiful girlfriend. They provided a buffet of kid food, and took us on a tour of this gorgeous farm.  It backs to the Shenandoah Nat’l Forest, has ponds and chickens and horses. The kids even got to ride the horses (no more pony rides for them!) and chase dogs (imagine the possibilities of having a yard that’s bigger than a baby’s arm) and play bocce ball, pick vegetables… I could go on and on. It was simply perfect.

So, now, I’m all “afterglowing” the day and excited that maybe life isn’t going to be so, well, blah. I’ve got incredible kids, an amazing and indispensable soulmate-y best friend, my brother and his girlfriend, my sister and her family (unless they really are figments of my imagination) and a lot of things that are perfectly imperfect, yet wonderful.

Sigh.

So, this week, I’m taking care of business. Rebuilding my stable of sites in order to get my portfolio updated. There’s appointments to be appointed, dirt to clean, heads to roll, camping
and a road trip or two to plan.

SOTW!

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