She shoots, she scores!!!!!

Last Mother's day was one of those rare occasion when I got a “perfect” score

We'd invited Milly, (Daddio's mom) to come for dinner for Mother‘s Day, but she declined.

So what the heck do we do to make this virtual shut in’s day special???

Flowers, boring.

Candy, she’s got diabetes.

A blouse, she has a closet full, many with the tags still attached.

Out to dinner?

"No, not feeling up to it“ she explained.

Part of the “not feeling up to it” stems from the fact that she is nocturnal and so dinner time is just about the tail end of her sleep cycle.

I suggested to her son that we stop at Kroger and get all the fixings to make her breakfast in bed.

He thought I was nuts.

“She never eats breakfast. She‘ll never just sit in her bed and eat” he assured me.

“Yeah she will” I told him, not knowing if he was going to be right and seriously hoping he wasn’t.

Many of my unsuccessful “bright ideas” are often revisited for the mere purpose of rubbing in that I was wrr wrrrr wrong.

When we got to her house, grocery bags in hand. We were greeted by our niece and her two small children. They’d spent the night with grandma.

Grandma’s bedroom door was almost closed and her fan was on.

Through the crack I could see the blankets rising and falling with her even breaths.

I got to work on Rip Van Winkle’s breakfast in bed.

My little great niece helped me with the French Toast. We also made scrambled eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, toast and coffee.

Sliced fresh oranges and some juice made it a feast.

We put the breakfast on a platter and my husband and his pixie sized, brown haired great niece carried it in and woke up Sleeping Beauty.

She jumped up, startled when they called her name.

I could see a moment of confusion as she took it all in. “Happy Mother’s Day…breakfast in bed” they both yelled.

“I've never had breakfast in bed…EVER” Milly said, throwing back the covers and sticking her pillows up behind her back.

She ate like it was the best meal she’d ever eaten.

“Thank you honey” she whispered in my ear as she hugged me close.

As we pulled away from her house Daddio reached over and caressed my hand.

“What a great idea” he said.

You miss 100% of the shots you never take….this day I had a slam dunk.

(Take a shot this weekend and score big with the mommas in your life....we are a hard workin bunch.)