My dear wife, Carrie, and I just finished a clandestine mission.  Unbeknownst to her, when Mom gets home is less than an hour she will find her Mother’s Day present on the counter and ready to make a single cup of coffee.

My Mother, Tressie Johnson, would never buy a Keurig machine.  One of those machines that makes a single cup of coffee without one needing to fire up the coffee pot full blast.

A few time over the years I have heard my Mother mention an affinity for a machine like this.   It was time to get her one so she can easily come into contact with coffee, or hot chocolate, or hot tea whenever her heart desires.  That is the idea.  Not to mention my Dad will get his enjoyment out of it too when he states like only he can that he wants to cup of coffee.

So…Happy Mother’s Day.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mom’s out there.

I am fortunate that I have had a mother who has taken good care of me over the years.  Even when I was a pain in the butt, she would not remind me that I was one.  I may be one today, given how Carrie and I made a slight rearrangement of her kitchen to accommodate the new coffee machine.  But, I doubt I will hear about it.  Mom and Dad will appreciate it and I think they will truly like it too…eventually.  That will not change the fact that we came in under the cloak of night…no…make that a sun-shiny warm morning while they were not around and made the change.  When we are gone for the day and Mom and Dad are to their private speaks, they may shake their heads at our actions…but certainly not our intentions.  It’s the thought that counts!  Man has that sentiment gotten me out a jam or two over the years!  Some things simply never change.  Thank God for that.

Mother’s Day should be changed.  There really should be Mother’s Week!  That because our mother’s, or at least the ones of us fortunate to know the love of their mother’s first hand know what this means to us.  I also know I am fortunate in the regard that I do know my mother loves me.  There are many out there, God bless them, that never had that knowledge or warmth or the ability to recall and remember so many good times with their mothers.  I feel for them.  I have had that.

And my Mom just showed up.  Gotta go.

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson