Because it's Sunday, Luke and I went to Bob's Diner for breakfast. Because it's Luke's birthday, we spent our time at breakfast trying to decide how to spend his special day.
I was very happy with the results of our discussion.
We came home and "remodeled" the kitchen. We moved the bar to the north wall, and the server to the west wall and made the kitchen seem so much bigger. We went through a bunch of crap I had stored in both the bar and server. It was scary. Luke got a glimpse into his life after I die.
Then, Luke agreed to put up a DVD rack in the back hall. Remember the one I hung on the basement door (that fell off when only CB was home and he had to pick up a million DVDs? When he was NOT happy?)? That one.
When I was in San Antonio several weeks ago, I got the hardware to mount the rack on the wall. Then, I found the perfect place for it. All I needed was the man power.
So, Luke got the rack up and was showing me how strong the basket are. Then, BAM! Three of them fell off!
DVDS were flying, Luke was laughing, I was screaming and not helping in the least.
It was a full day's work.
Just the way for Luke to spend his birthday, if you ask me.
Thirty one years ago, I did all the heavy lifting, so to speak.
It was his turn.
Luke, our life together has been an adventure. I would not trade a minute of it. Thanks for allowing me to be a pretty good mom. Since the day you were born, that's been my goal.
You have grown into a young man whose morals and ethics are grounded and well placed. You are a tribute to your family, immediate and extended.
