SUNDAY NIGHT

Sunday night of Mothers’ Day and it is late.
Once again it is late.
Late is becoming our favorite time to write.

I just realized that I am not sure where the ‘ goes in the adjective of the Day.

Today Daughter and Son-in-Law hosted a dinner for Dear Wife and Dear Mom of Son-in-Law, spouses included.
I hope that makes sense.

And in early afternoon, Gramma and Himself repeated what has become a tradition: attendance at the annual Detroit English Bulldog Puppy Show.

For a paltry sum, attendees and club members are treated to lunch and bulldog puppy show competition.

Lots of fun for all.

We go and help out with whatever needs to be done.

Our Sohpie Matilda participated when she was a puppy.

Saturday Gramma and Grandkids attended a theater performance of Charlotte’s Web.
The kids loved it.
So did Gramma.
Ice cream after.

It has been a good Mothers’ Day.

I hope all Moms have a child or children who think of them.

Moms deserve it.