A Spring's Mother's Day!

Mike and I have been searching for spring for quite some time, now. Today, on Mother’s Day, I think we found it. While we awoke to some chilly temperatures (20 degrees), the abundance of sunshine warmed it up to a balmy 52 degrees.

We started our Mother’s Day/Spring Day by having brunch at Pike’s Landing with our friends Russ and Nancy. We had good food and good conversation. We enjoyed shrimp, smoked salmon, spinach quiche and other delicious delicacies.

After brunch, Mike and I ran a few errands and came home. We put on our shoes and went on a brisk walk to search for signs of spring. We were not disappointed. We found the last patch of ice in our neighborhood just waiting to finish melting. We also found beautiful buds on trees. In just a matter of a couple of weeks, our trees will be bursting in green!

Returning from our walk, Mike and I enjoyed a long conversation with my mom on Skype. This is our first time in doing this. It was a blast and so wonderful to see her in person!!!

While the day was still young, Mike decided to present me with my Mother’s Day gift (which he bought while we were out running errands after brunch). It was the most beautiful shade of yellow Poulan Pro 16 inch 34 cc Chainsaw.

Wow, a chainsaw! Oh, my. I was shocked. I couldn't believe my eyes. A chainsaw? Okay, this was entirely too much. Mike had gone way out of his way. I mean, really. A chainsaw? I was speechless.

Suddenly, I had a vision. I saw myself in a red flannel shirt, a pair of Carhartt jeans and steel toed boots in the middle of a big forest. I think I may have even been wearing a burly hat. I was no longer Kristie Calvin the teacher. I was Kristie Calvin the Lumberjack. I was cutting down trees at the speed of light. Wow, was I good! I quickly shook my head and brought myself back to reality.

I suddenly realized that this chainsaw was not for me. It was really for Mike. As he sat there carefully and gently stroking the blade and drooling over the instruction manual, I could feel the chainsaw slipping away from my possession to his. With all the courage I could muster, I turned to my husband and said, “Happy Father’s Day, dear.”

As I sit and write this, Mike is out on his first mission with his Father’s Day gift. I can hear the buzz of the chainsaw cutting through trees. All I can think is this, “Thank God I don’t have to use that thing!”