Sitting outside and doing our social distancing thing we spent three hours, just the three of us, talking and laughing.
It doesn't seem like we have enough of those times, especially these days, and it made life seem pretty close to normal for a change.
I don't really know what all we talked and laughed about, but that wasn't really the point. It was all about that feeling of belonging and love. It was about being a family. It was about being a mom.
My daughters gave me the perfect gifts. Katy framed one of her original watercolors in an antique frame. She had painted carnations, which are my favorite flowers. Cary gave me a beautiful bouquet of flowers from her garden.
After Cary and I left Katy's, we went by her house so that I could see the grandkids. I actually went in the house for a few minutes for the first time in over two months. We kept our distance and I wore my mask, but it was so nice to be in their home again.
Queen Anne's Lace
Inside there was a surprise. Trixie had actually hatched another chick. Tessa found it on the floor of the coop where it had either fallen or Trixie had pushed it out. When Tessa tried to put it back up with Trixie she started pecking it and Tessa had to remove it.
Apparently that is fairly common when a chick is born several days after the others. She is solid black and Tessa named her Blackberry. She is very tiny and frail and although she is in the house under the lamp there is a concern she might not make it.
Tessa seems very stoical about these things. She is an outdoor child, a farm girl in the middle of the city.
Life goes on. I am planning to venture out to the grocery this morning for the first time in eight and a half weeks. I will go during senior hour in order to lessen exposure. There are things I need that I can't seem to get through curbside pickup or Instacart. Toilet paper for one. Wish me luck.
I hope everyone had as lovely of a Mother's Day as I did.