SB is an abbreviation in our family for “Spoiled Brat.”
That’s me this weekend. Besides Jeffe being at work, I was surrounded by my family. Even able to celebrate the day with my own mother, now that hasn’t occurred in years.
I strolled through wine shops with my father. Ate sushi for dinner. Strolled through the Japanese Gardens BEFORE the crowds, and walked down to the street market here in our hood of Fremont. Mmmmm…mushroom pizza from a wood fired oven and a coke. All weekend the warmth of Spring was on our skin.
Roan gifted me these from a vendor as my Mother’s Day gift.
He’s tucked in with “Hoot” right now. “To keep the nightmares away,” he says, “because owls stay up all night, they’re nocturnal you know?”
Happy Mother’s Day.