Since Mr. W’s parents live out-of-state, I made him take my parents out for Mother’s Day. Well, actually, I invited him along, he very graciously accepted, there was a slight misunderstanding on the phone when I spoke with my mom about our taking them out and she thought he was going to take everyone out, I didn’t correct her but told Mr. W that I’d pay him back since I’d told my mom that money was no object, and he insisted on paying anyway. My mom strangely had a craving for pizza, then changed her mind and decided on Italian, and Mr. W suggested Portofino. To avoid the crowd, we made reservations for Saturday at 5:30p altho Mother’s Day was on Sunday.

Mr. W and I met my parents at their house first, and I presented my mom with the 8-photo 3-D frame that I’d been working on all week. She seemed to like it. I dunno. Asian parents are so stoic. The photos are of me with my mom at various ages from infancy to early adulthood. Some are cute, some are tender, some are silly. I’d scanned the photos in at a Sam’s Club kiosk and enlarged them to fit in the frames.

After that, Mr. W drove us to Portofino where we had a fancy schmancy Italian dinner, a bottle of wine, and dessert, then went back to my parents’ for tea. You can’t escape the Asian-ness, haha. Mr. W attempted to fix my parents’ leaky kitchen faucet when we returned, and altho he couldn’t find the leak to fix it, the effort gave him big brownie points. He offered to return and change out the entire faucet if they’d like.

Oh, I did receive an email from my mom today. She said she couldn’t sleep last nite so she was tampering with my photo frame and tried to switch out a photo I have in there for another one in her possession, but discovered that the sizes weren’t right. She asked if I’d enlarged the original photos, I responded that I had, and then she seemed to appreciate the gift a bit more as more work than she’d originally thought had gone into it.