A good day
Today was warm, comfortable, mellow, and happy. The niecelets bickered less than usual, pleasant and useful loot was exchanged, and the food was tres yummioso. Prodigious mountains of dishes were washed. We began dinner with a grace said by my mother's dear friend, whom we've adopted, and then by sharing toasts and memories of Mom.
As closely as I can remember, mine was:
"To Mom, whose strong and loving spirit is here with us now, and whose deep joy of the world around her would have lead her to say 'Don't let the food get cold!'"
To Mom.
I hope the rest of you enjoyed your day as much as I did.