Obviously, I love my mom for a variety of reasons, chiefly because she gave birth to me and raised me and all, but there are certain moments that just highlight my appreciation for her.
She, her friend, and my sister arrived in town late Friday evening. We had a extended supper, sat around visiting, and didn't end up at my in-laws' lake house until a few minutes before midnight. Trying not to draw attention and waiting for a scolding, I got out my running shoes and mumbled something about, "Since it's dark, I'll just jog around the yard for 10 minutes or so..."
My mom looked at me like I was crazy and I paused for a talk about time management and safety. Then she said, "Around the yard? That doesn't make any sense. Why don't you run up the road?"
So, as I ran, at midnight, pausing only once to hide behind a bush when a car passed (in case the driver was scary or might call the highway patrol about some crazy lady out in the night), I was thankful for my mom. And thankful for her appreciation/tolerance of my eccentricities. I'm pretty grateful for the seven miles she ran with me this morning, too.
Hope y'all had a good weekend too!