I read online today that Mother’s Day has the record for lowest crime day of all holidays. It’s because most mothers are out eating brunch and therefor aren’t committing crimes. Makes sense. I was out eating brunch and not committing crime this morning. 

The family went to Homestead, a place that Julia had been wanting to visit. The owner had been a chef at some pretty high end restaurants before coming to the country and opening his own little place. It only serves breakfast and lunch two days a week, and it is pretty much always packed. We got there before the crowd.

We had ordinary food, but it was served and presented interestingly. It was exactly what I would have expected from an experienced, fine dining chef. The decor was also worthy of examination. I loved the repurposed church pews and the diagonal siding on the walls. It was a nice start to Mother’s Day weekend. 

Earlier in the morning I was not as happy. I awoke during a nightmare about my upcoming wedding. My heart was pounding and my head ached. For some reason I dreamed that the wedding was starting and I couldn’t find any of the things I was supposed to be wearing. The things I could find were either ridiculously unsuitable or stained and unwearable. I was frantic and so frustrated. It didn’t help when I looked out the window and saw no one had put up the tent, or brought the chairs. I was glad to wake up.  It made me long for the original, tiny plan of having maybe a dozen people standing under Mom’s balcony for a 20 minute ceremony. But the plan has grown. 

The dream was probably because of recent talks about clothing choices for the wedding and the shopping I have done while here in North Carolina.  I picked out a suit coat and pants, and shirt for Kevin. He was going to get something new anyway and I thought we might as well look coordinated.  I’ve bought clothing for a birthday present before, but this was more and felt kind of special, intimate even. So many crazy feelings  are coming up around this event. It’s a different brand of crazy, but significant just the same. 

Tomorrow is my last day at Riverbend Farm. We will go to church together and I will give Julia her Mother’s Day card and a little houseplant.  I helped Gwennie make a card for her as well. It has been a good two week visit. I love feeling reconnected with the place and the people. It has also been good to be here where it is definitely spring, the garden is growing, the trees are fully leafed out and we don’t have to wear coats. I’m hoping it has quit snowing by the time I’m back in north Wisconsin. Yeah…