I prefer small cafes and neighborhood diners to “good” restaurants, and David knows this. So we celebrated Mother’s Day at a local place that is a short drive from where we live. It was a sunny day, and it was heating up fast.

On the bus stop in front of the cafe was an entire family, including adolescents. They held flowers, balloons, and assorted bags and bundles. The bobbing balloons said, “World’s Best Mom”, and “World’s Best Nana.”  They were all on a mission somewhere, on the bus, approaching the heat of the day in the low desert.

I just sent out a small prayer that their bus wasn’t late, and that they all had a wonderful time, wherever they were going. Happy Mother’s Day.