Saturday, April 25, 2015

Mother's Day Brunch

Due to our church's schedule of other events, the annual Mother's Day Brunch was held this morning.

Despite my last-minute invite and my mom still recovering from foot surgery, she was able to come. (Dad and Hubby went to brunch together and then out to whack some golf balls.)

The ladies in charge of today's event did a great job, and Middle was surprised to see men there, because Daddy had told her that men weren't allowed, and that's why he and Poppa weren't going.

I explained that the men in question had done all of the cooking for us ladies. "Men cook?" Middle asked, agog.

That's really hilarious, especially when you consider the fact that Hubby cooks just as many meals as I do here. It's not like they don't see him cook.

Three different door prizes had been donated by ladies affiliated with the church who also run their own direct-sales businesses. Everybody got three tickets to put in the drawings, and you could choose which drawings you wanted to enter.

I was busily scrawling names on our tickets for myself and the girls, and one of my favorite first-service ladies came up and gave me a hug, saying, "Happy first Mother's Day Brunch, Mom!" (I did an inner cartwheel.)

At the same time, Youngest was very perplexed on the other side of the table as she watched my mom write her name.

"No," she said to my mom, "you have to write Daddy's Last Name."

"But this is my last name," Mom said.

"We got adopted, though!"

"Yes, you got adopted. But I didn't. So my name is still the same."

I don't think Youngest was very convinced, from what Mom said later.

It was awful cute, though, that she thought Gramma and Poppa should now also have Daddy's Last Name.

1 comment:

  1. I am charmed, challenged, inspired, and encouraged by your blog. I am a grandma whose daughter and 4-1/2 yr old daughter have moved in with us and live in the attic of our unfinished house. Having a very active preschooler in the house again is a riot and then some! (Not to mention the heart-breaking challenges with her mommy, our Asperger's daughter.) But there also is much joy as we giggle about our granddaughter's antics and witness a tender spiritual side to her.....truly a miracle considering what she has been through! I wept at the pain your extended family endured to bring you and your beautiful nuclear family to this point. Something similar may well happen with us. Whatever lies ahead, I know the Lord is with us. Blessings to you!
    <3 J

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