Mothers and Daughters

I did not get dressed on Sunday. It was sort of a laze around day and I enjoyed every second of it. Brushing my hair and my teeth was enough.

I spent some time gathering items for our church bazaar. I was quite proud of myself -- lots of good stuff that will hopefully bring much needed money. My dad came over to load up his truck and be the delivery man. One arm was busy patting myself on the back while the other was dialing my mother. I thought she'd be thrilled. Instead, she said, "It's not quite the same as having your butt in the pew."

She sent me a gift the other day. It's a towel that says, "I smile because you're my daughter. I laugh because there's nothing you can do about it."