Love, Jimmie

Madre is a special creature.  I can guarantee that Martie and I are the only ones who have one like her.  Today is her birthday and she’s young.  I wanted to send a shout out her way and share a special memory with you about her. 

Once when we were kids, not quite old enough to drive but definitely old enough to want to hang out in a mall, Madre drove us to the nearest shopping plaza.  We did our business, buying giant hoop earrings in every available neon color and the coordinating socks, slouching through the mall like pre-teens do, trying to look cool and hip and whatever.  After much time had passed, Madre was ready to go.  She was past ready actually.  And we were being recalcitrant brats, whining and still shopping and not leaving. 

You know what Madre did?  She went to the candy kiosk in the middle of the mall, bought some gummy worms and stuck one up her nose.  

Oh, holy mercy, we could not get out of there fast enough.  She’s crafty, that one.

Happy Birthday, to the woman who loves me more than anyone else in this world.  I love you, Mom.