For one day of the year our children are trained to keep whining to a minimum, direct demands at Dad and shower Mom with handmade gifts, hugs and kisses. It is the one day of the year we can selfishly require our children to be well behaved, any misdemeanor greeted with a reminder of the name of the day. It is the one day of the year my family spoils me rotten and in return I linger; I linger in a conversation about video games, I linger in a game of tetherball, I linger after the stories are told, looking at their sweet faces as sleep comes.

The Winery at Bull Run

This one day made all the more special when celebrated with friends. 

“Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.”
– Pearl S. Buck