Family...

Most folks have family. I know I do. My family is better than your family. Oh yes, it is. I love my family more than you love your family because my family is more loveable than your's. Saturday afternoon we met at Jamie and Jennifer's to celebrate an early Mother's Day for Debbie. Jamie worked the grille making some wonderful burgers. Meanwhile, Jennifer worked even harder preparing the meal to go with the burgers. Jennifer is a good cook. I always make myself sick when I eat over there. She made a cream pie from scratch...she even made it without a recipe. It could have turned out horrible since she decided on the ingredients as she made it. It could have turned up horrible but it didn't. It turned out wonderful. I was doing okay until I ate Debbie's pie along with mine. That's when the nausea started. But it went away soon and I was wishing I had stolen Cayce's pie when I took Debbie's.

Jamie and Jennifer are wonderful parents....so far. The four grandchildren living under that roof may do them in before its time but for now they are wonderful parents. Grace is an adorable eight year old. Nathan is a quiet, reserved boy. Sam is hilarious. If we ever figure out what he's saying during his long monologs he'll probably be even funnier. Lily is an angel. I am not making this up just because they are my grandchildren. Everything I said is true. Whenever Mammy is in the house the reaction is similar to a shot of pure sugar into the veins of these precious little souls. Debbie and I think this is just fine. The louder the room, the better the entertainment. Cody and Cayce seemed a little shell-shocked when they left. I'm not sure we will be able to count on them for an additional four grandchildren. That's okay. Three will be fine as long as at least two of them are girls.

We took my Mom and Dad out to eat tonight. We had catfish at Catfish and Company. They specialize in catfish if you were wondering. It was good. I ate too much and had to turn down the lemon pound cake offered to me when we took them home. I did think far ahead enough to bring a large slice home with me.

My parents are in their mid-eighties. They celebrated their 63rd wedding anniversary last month. They raised all of us well enough that we've been successful, happy, and out of prison. They are usually happy and fun to be around but tonight they seemed a little down. My Dad isn't feeling well and had some trouble with his balance when we left the restuarant. I'm always a little clumsy so the two of us looked like a couple of drunks as we made our way to the car. After taking them home we sat and visited for a while. They perked up a little but not a lot. I worry about them. I tell them not to worry about things....enjoy each day and don't give a thought to anything worrisome. I tell them that and then I come home and worry about all those things plus some I make up along the way.

I love my family.