To celebrate Mother’s Day this year, Wifey and her two sisters packed up their Mom on the day before and went downtown to tour the Sunken Gardens.

There was no testosterone allowed, and for that matter, I’m pretty sure the testosterone-bearing individuals in the immediate orbit of those four ladies probably weren’t that interested in going anyway.

At least I wasn’t. 

I skipped a couple of workouts this last week due to another effort involving bang-bangs, pew-pews, and the 2nd Amendment, so I opted to visit Muscle Universe for some upper body resistance.

As I sat there wondering why my left shoulder hurts when I do a Military Press, Wifey texted me with an update on her tour of green growing things.

Apparently, she saw some ducks.

Good for her.  Good for her sisters, and good for their Mom who happens to be my favorite Mother-in-Law.

Last year, my brother and I celebrated Mother’s Day with Mom for what we knew would be the last time.  We presented her with her favorite ice cream and spent a better part of the day with her.

By then, Mom had forgotten what her favorite flavor ice cream was.

Rest assured, I haven’t, and will have some to celebrate her on the day we remember our Mothers.