Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two (aghrivaine) wrote,
Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two

Mother's Day

Yesterday the various mothers in the family assembled, like the Avengers, only friendlier. We had a pleasantly long day on "A" Dock in Long Beach. There was a pall of fog hovering just off-shore, but it never made landfall. The day was hot and sunny, with the backing breeze occasionally delivering a bit of welcome coolth.

My father-in-law rigged a sail sun-shade next to a pop-up canopy on the dock, and we sat on deck chairs having cold drinks and snacks while the family took turns going on harbor tours on the hard-bottomed skiff they built. Blink and Bertie romped ceaselessly, only stopping to slurp down water against the heat. Our niece was charmingly adorable, exploring the boat, the skiff, the harbor, the dogs, and being amazed and entertained by everything - she was all smiles and giggles.

Even as we were giving gifts to the various mothers assembled, we knew it had been an especially fine day, and I commented that it was the sort of day we'd look back on in the future, burnished by nostalgia, as being a rare sort of perfect.

For me, a special sort of significance, but not one worth mentioning at the time; I've had precious few occasions in the past for a Mother's Day to be particularly worth celebrating. But no more, from this one and ever after, my soon-to-be-born daughter will have a reason to be grateful, to be proud, to be happy. Family can be awful botheration, it's true; but when you get it right, it is the foundation on which all other joys are built.

Yesterday we got it right.

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