There are so many memories, many that I photographed. All the birthday parties, the occasional trips to the beach. The homework and meals shared around the kitchen table. And yes many tears. I think back at all the halloween costumes I made, enjoying every stitch. They would return from a night of trick-or-treating and trade out the candy they didn't like. Anything with coconut would always come my way.
They have their own lives now with careers, spouses and obligations. The days of me braiding hair and running them to practice are over. They are at the age that they do not need me anymore, but not a day goes by that I do not think of them.
Me with Malia
Jim and Malia
Stone and I
We gathered on their rooftop patio to catch up and eat pizza as we watched the sun set.
Pizza on the roof.
The view from the rooftop patio.
For Mother's Day weekend, we toured ten homes that were sponsored by the Atlanta Botanical Gardens. Among them were some of Atlanta's finest private gardens.
For Mother's Day brunch Jim had made reservations at Lure, a seafood restaurant in the heart of Midtown on historic Crescent Avenue. After touring five gardens we had worked up an appetite. I began my meal with the fried rhode island calamari, it might had been the best calamari i'd ever eaten, and i've had plenty. For my entree I chose the steelhead trout, although I thought about getting the seared scallops that Stone had ordered. From the looks of our plates you couldn't have made a bad choice. Lastly three scoops of Rocky Road ice-cream. This I had picked out before I arrived at the restaurant.