Please know that even though she only lives 198 steps down the alley and I get to see her more than any of your other grandparents, I definitely don't take her for granted. Without Grandma Sue's help, I would never go the grocery store by myself or have any sort of alone time.
For Mother's Day this year, Grandma Sue outdid herself; she came and got you two at 7am and took you back to her house for a special project. In previous planning meetings (no, really) she'd let you each pick a recipe to prepare for a special Mother's Day breakfast.
Hagen made fruit skewers because he loves sharp sticks and patterns, and Laney - because she is hell-bent on appearing on next season's "Master Chef Junior" - made assorted fruit crepes.
Laney also wrote me a card about how I make her day "explode with love and excitement." Who could ask for anything more?
Then, Grandma Sue played with you while my friend Jess and I went on a hike above Missoula and it snowed on us because it was only the end of May.
Because we had Grandpops here visiting and lined up to babysit, Grandma Sue was able to join us when I met my girlfriends out for an afternoon of Moms-only shopping. I know some people think that Mother's Day is a day best spent with your children, but I've convinced my friends that since those young'uns get us every minute of the other 364 days of the year, we should get one day free of responsibility. Our tradition is to avoid crowds by meeting up at places that no one would dare take their mother. Dive bars, casinos, Hooters, etc. Then we always end up at TJ Maxx, encouraging each other to buy things we'll later regret. Your ever-lucky Grandma Sue kept winning every time she sat down at a poker machine. It was a hoot.
Last week, to show my appreciation for all that Grandma Sue does for me/us, I took us all out for a pedicure.
Thanks to Grandma Sue for helping to keep our feet on the ground and this train on the rails.
Love,
Mom
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