On Mother's Day

Being a mother is not about what you cook or bake or clean or sew (and I very much ascribe to that philosophy, obviously). It's about who you share with the world.

So this is to Barry's mom, my mother-in-law, for sharing such a rock out scone-maker, omelette crafter, protector of my beauty sleep, and uber-papa.

(And well, other stuff that, since she's now a reader of my blog, I don't feel comfortable enumerating here. You know. That Stuff That Cannot Be Named.)

Thanks for being so generous with your love, your humor, your patience, your really good hair--and, of course, and your really hot progeny.