Mothers have this horrible habit of knowing exactly what you are up to, almost all the time. Like all mothers, mine has made a lifelong habit of being annoyingly right about my moods, anger, disappointment, joy and lies. But this time around, a lot of elaborate secret keeping happened and ma's face was a sight to see when I walked in through the gate the day before her birthday.
Surprise gifts and love went round and round, I went around town and came up with a lot to write (all of that later) and made her some great (so I claim!) pasta with white sauce for dinner. She made us some fruit punch and we had dinner inside, not under the wide dark sky filled with million stars as was planned (way too cold and I have the most horrible cold and non-fever).
What would I do without them, my utter support system.
Happy birthday Amma. Love you. :-*