Momma, I love you. I am so lucky that you are you. Never change.

On the birthday call last night, Robbie interrupted to share this brief, charming, and humorously typical story of our family…

“Kate, wait, before you go, can I just tell you a quick story…” And so it went. My mom had phoned my dad earlier in the day to ask him if he’d picked up the ice cream cake for Robbie’s birthday. 

Dad - ”Yeah, I did yesterday.”

Mom: “Where is it?”

Dad: “It’s in the trunk.”

Mom: “….”

Mom: “It’s 40 degrees outside…”

Dad: “Hmm, let me check on that… [pause] Well, it’s still there, just a little more spread out than before…”

Well, that’s funny. But the funnier part was that they didn’t toss the melted cake. They didn’t go pick up another cake.

They stuck candles in it and acted like it never happened. Nothing says I love you like some melted Carvel. Sickos. (Still love you though!)

I wonder sometimes if anyone envies their parents as much as I envy mine? Just a few snapshots from my parents European/Asian jaunt in September.

Are they not the sweetest looking couple you’ve ever seen?

“Just think.  Off to this beautiful place this weekend. XOXOXO”

Yesterday, I was in a mooooood. Lucky to have a Mom that lights up my inbox with pictures like this and reminders like that to get me back on track.

Happy 27th Anniversary to the craziest kids best parents a girl could ask for. Cheers to many more wonderful years together.

Love you more than all the sand on the beach. And then some.

Happy Mother’s Day to the most wonderful woman in the world! Mom, I wish I could have spent this beautiful day with you. Love you to the moon and back. xo

We had a fun Easter weekend, Donna and me. Strolled around Eastern Market, got into some yoga, mandatory mani/pedis, partook in some serious shopping, climbed the steps of the Supreme Court and drank our fair share of wine. We took in Indian, French, and Italian food. Oh, and bacon ice cream (I KNOW). Yum, yum. And even tried on a few hats (Capitol included).

It was sad to say goodbye, but as moms do, she helped me look at the bright side — we are now, just over a month and a half away from reuniting on the Cape. come fast come fast. 

My mom is coming for an Easter visit this weekend. Hooray! Since we won’t be having a traditional Easter (I use “traditional” loosely), I wanted to make up for it by filling her time with things she could only do in DC. A week or so ago, I found a GoldStar hook-up for an “evening under the stars with the Cambodian ambassador.” Que romantico, no?! It seemed like such a good idea, that I took the plunge.

Well, then the weatherman cursed me, per usual, the event was cancelled, and ultimately, rescheduled for a weekend that not only will my mom not be here, I will be at the Cape (wee!!)

Long story short, I was whining about the fact that I’d just dropped a significant sum on tickets to a Cambodian wine tasting that not only could I not go to, but that in all honesty, I wouldn’t be able to get someone to go to. I mean, right? Would you? Craigslist? Bueller?

And then, I opened my work email, and these magic words drifted across the subject line of the first email in my inbox, “CANCELLED AND REFUNDED: Evening at the…” And all was right again. 

Oh, and today is my Friday if you didn’t already catch that. Thursday for the win.

Just the cutest parents in the world. That’s all.

Mom. Pomegranate margaritas. Ballets. Black Swan. Football champs. Bowl bound. Brunches. Birthdays. Singing. Museums. Laughing fits. Movies in bed. Cheese. Wine. Hugs. Tears. Yoga. Wine. Gossip. Cheese (sensing a theme?). Bangs. Blond. Dim Sum. Old roommates. Love and Other Drugs. Mmmexican. Live music. Reuniting. Old friends. New friends. Balloons. Bourbon. Laughs. Smiles. College.

I don’t even care if it’s cold. These hours, days, and weeks… I wouldn’t change a thing.