I remember this lunch stop that Don and I made in Kansas on the way to Colorado. We were traveling with precious cargo...by the name of Tommy. A few months earlier it had become clear that my mother could no longer care for her sweet friend, so my brother and his wife had offered to take the little guy into their home. I fretted a ridiculous amount over handing him over. I had grown attached. But when we met up in Boulder and I watched Chris and Karen laugh as Tommy's slobbering tongue washed their faces, I knew he would be fine. They spoiled him rotten for 4 years!
Mom's Picnic List
In honor of my mother on the first Mother's Day since she has passed, I dedicate a new list... Mom's Picnic List!
Mom loved picnics and she raised her kids to appreciate the simple pleasures of food, family and friends in the great out of doors.
I will spend a year reflecting on as many past picnics as I can remember. But, I'll also
appreciate the here and now by creating new picnic experiences. My goal is to share at least 60 picnic memories, since that's how many years Mom was a mom!
Let the picnics begin!