So my mother calls me this morning:
"I have 11 1/2 minutes so I thought I'd call you."
"Oh? How nice. What are you doing?"
"Making spinach balls."
"Yes. Then I have to make fudge. Don't you remember? I made fudge last year."
"You don't? You loved it!"
"Mommy, I said, 'I remember.' And yes, I loved it."
"And one of your presents ended up in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. But don't worry, it'll get here. I just got off the phone with them."
"Oh. Okay. Thank you."
"Okay, goodbye. I have to go now."
"What? That was 11 1/2 minutes?"
"Well, it's very hard to get the spinach balls into the bags and hold the phone at the same time."
"Mommy, you're a machine."
"Well, I have a lot to do. It takes work to make the perfect Christmas."
"I know and I can't wait. Good bye, Mommy. I love you."
"I love you too. Bye bye now."
Last week she emailed me a snow report - "Nine inches and counting." Then she wrote underneath, "Anything else you want?" She's like a Christmas Fairy or The All Time Greatest Elf. This woman is creating magic by the minute.
She's a total spaz but loving every minute of it.
How do the holidays make you feel? Excited? Stressed out? Blah?
3 years ago