You may know that I love the Triple Crown Races - I love horses, and I used to ride as a young girl. When the television coverage begins, I park myself in front of the set and do NOT want to be interrupted. I want to hear the stories of each horse, the trainers, owners and the breeders. Seriously. When the parade to the post begins, my heart rate goes up. When the horses are loading into the starting gate, it goes up higher, and when "They're off!," my adrenaline flows freely. It's the most exciting 3 minutes of the year, times three.
I bought a hat at a discount store and decorated it just for Derby Day.
I was looking forward to seeing David, to this party and to the race. But first, Gregg and I decided that we would make a quick quilt delivery to Seattle Children's Hospital, since we were going to Seattle anyway. We took an early ferry so we could arrive at the party at least an hour before "post time."
Unfortunately, I did not know that the main highway through the city was under construction last weekend, AND I had completely forgotten that Saturday was opening day of the yachting season in Seattle, which means University of Washington crew (rowing) races on the lakes, right through the Montlake Cut. The Montlake Bridge was open for the boats (closed to auto traffic) ALL DAY LONG. We sat in traffic for two hours in order to make a 10-minute delivery of 56 quilts and blankets.
My dear husband uttered not a word of complaint nor reproach to me. Not even a word of irritation - we just listened to the radio, opened the sun roof (yes, the sun was shining in Seattle!) and laughed and moaned a bit at our predicament. He is a wonderful, patient, understanding, non-judgmental man. I was especially thankful for his character on Saturday - and we arrived at the party, just as the horses began the parade to the post.
|A few of the lovely ladies in their Derby Day hats|
|Mother's Day 2007 - my girl and me at Campagne restaurant with our family, enjoying her remission|
This year was the first year since Katie has passed away that I can actually say, I had a happy Mother's Day. It was due to several things. My husband and son were present and considerate. My brother and sister-in-law invited us to join them with our parents for a stupendous buffet brunch in a beautiful setting.
|David, Grandma, Jim, Kappa, Caroline, me & Gregg @ the Seattle Tennis Club Mother's Day brunch|
|David, Grandma & Kappa|
|Gregg, Caroline, Jim, David (funny guy!), Grandma & Kappa|
I felt Katie's presence strongly last week, before Mother's Day. I felt her in a way that made me know her love and her spirit are with me. It was comforting, personal and just the right "gift" for me. It was as if she had brought me a bouquet of the most colorful flowers that will never fade. It was a vision of light and warmth and love. I can't explain it, but it was a lovely gift.
David brought me a beautiful, heartfelt card and a Gonzaga shirt (though we don't normally give gifts on these occasions). Gregg gave me a lovely card, and asked me what I wanted. Since we don't "do" presents for one another, I asked if he and David would clean the house as a gift for me. David's reply was that that sounded more like a punishment than a present, but they did it. It was a perfect gift of love for me, since I clean the house regularly - and I appreciated their help very much. We took a walk in the afternoon, and enjoyed spending a quiet evening together. For some reason, I didn't feel deprived of Katie's presence; perhaps it's because she was with us. It was a good day.
God is generous, faithful and loving. I am thankful.