Waiting for the Mail to Come

It’s nice to feel like a queen on Mother’s Day. I must admit that some years have been better than others.

This is a particularly good year. With no prompting or hints, I have been noticed in wonderful ways by my family.

My husband knows how much I need a massage. He gave me a gift certificate to a spa in Alexandria that will cover any of a number of optional massages. I’m always wary of new massage therapists. Will they hurt me? Will they watch the clock? You see, I have a high standard set by my last massage therapist that no one has come close to beating. But hey, it’s paid for, so I now must schedule my next massage.

My daughter called earlier today to offer her good wishes and to tell me something should arrive in the next day’s mail. A call was really quite sufficient, but something in the mail is always exciting.

My son called yesterday to say something would be delivered by 3:00 today. It’s now around 5:00 and nothing has come, but I’m sure it’s on it’s way somewhere between San Francisco and here. At first I thought maybe he had arranged for someone to sing to me or juggle for me at 3:00. I was somewhat glad to find out that it’s just an envelope I’m expecting.

So perhaps tomorrow the wonders of Mother’s Day will continue to unfold as the mail arrives. It’s a good feeling to have those I care most about wish me well on my special day. I’m no Wonder Woman, but I am definitely proud to be someone’s Wife and someone's Mom!