Mommy, full throttle

Today, I am in Mommy mode - full throttle.  Laura is going on a trip this afternoon and called to ask if I could make sandwiches for two other girls.  The super mom never says no.  In fact, super mom makes brownies from scratch.  They really aren't that hard - use the one bowl brownies recipe on the box of unsweetened Baker's chocolate, but use less than the 2 cups of sugar called for by the recipe.  Super mom knows stuff about baking, don't ya know.  

Truth time; I have a lump in my throat.  Surely, dear reader, you realize that those aren't merely brownies.   Reflected in those brownies is a devotion that I will have the privilege to express for the briefest of time.  Then I get fired, which is why I started writing this in the first place.  Now, I understand why older relatives so willingly lavish love, food and care.  Time is fleeting, and if we are wise, we seize every opportunity to express love and make others feel special.  

Crying is not an option, because I am wearing makeup.  If you are wondering what the sandwiches symbolize, I couldn't tell you; they haven't been made yet.  But make them, I must.  Then, I am off to Connecticut to visit Allison.