We’re in the midst of an international health crisis.
We’re quarantined.
We’re on house arrest.
And there’s no toilet paper to be purchased anywhere.
But still, it’s my mama’s birthday.
And we have a tradition.
She’s been gone nearly ten years, but I still make her favorite dinner on her birthday.
There’s no reason to stop now.
We’ll have chicken tetrazzini tonight.
Happy birthday Mom.
I miss you every day.