First and foremost, happy birthday to my wonderful mom! I honestly don't know anyone more generous, giving or good with people. I like to think of myself as being generous, giving and good with people, but I've got nothing on her . She schools me, bigtime. Some of the unique things that make my mom my mom: She loves my children absolutely, which is a joy and a comfort to me. When she is around, they prefer her to me. She would rather be with her grandchildren than out with the adults, but does not relax when they are around. It's constant counting heads, making snowcones, taking off too-warm clothing, changing diapers, getting drinks. It's exhausting, and she's good at it. And she loves it. (I'm pretty sure.) She hates flying, but flies all over the place, because travel and culture and enriching experiences and seeing family trump her fears every time. She also hates bridges. And swimming. And confrontation. And cooking. And bad grammar. And dopey people. And a...
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I was working on the computer and she kept running over to me, "They're winning!" I would smile, nod, and say, "Yes. I hear it too."
After the game was over, she went out the front door, into the neighborhood. I think she expected other people to come outside their doors too -- maybe congregate, have a neighborhood meeting and talk highlights. But nobody else was out there. She came back in looking disapointed. But I gave her a high-five, so we could share the moment. It was more fun for me to watch her than to hear the game.
Neil, yeah, that part's not so great.
I love Steve's enthusiasm...that would have been me!