It had been a month or more since I visited my parents, so after work on Friday, I packed a few things and pointed the car east. A homemade supper was waiting. Fried pork chops, followed by Mother's lemon rice pudding, made me forget all about losing weight.
On Saturday, Mother wanted to try out a recently opened spot in Beaumont that specializes in burgers, and, I must say, it was a swell idea. My burger was the best burger I've ever sunk my teeth into - Goat Cheese with Bacon and Chipotle Sauce. Oh, mercy. YUM! It tasted even better than it looks in this picture I took. Mother ended her meal with a Blue Bell Chocolate Malt, which Daddy promptly shared.
Sunday, we attended church together, all dressed in purple. (Great minds think alike, you know.) It was good seeing old friends after such a long time. Although we see each other only a few times a year, I know they would be there if I needed help in the middle of the night. Money can't buy that kind of friendship and time can't take it away.
After a lunch of fried chicken, I loaded my cowgirl gear in the front seat, said my goodbyes and headed home to the one who made me a mother in 1985 and would soon be a mother herself.
She and the grand dog were waiting at my house with hugs and sniffs and gifts that warmed my soul.
Tomorrow another work week begins. I don't know what the days will hold, but I feel richer than a king. ♦