This weekend my mom celebrated her 70th birthday. Our whole family is planning to celebrate her when we're all together later this month, but my sister and I wanted to plan a special day just for the 3 of us--a girly day!
We met my sister in Fayetteville, AR, and started the day with pedicures!
Here we are--all relaxed--post-pedicures. And just LOOK how much we 3 are alike. We all picked very similar polish shades...
I just had to snap a picture of the salon's adorable child's pedicure chairs. Aren't they the cutest things ever? There were 2 itty bitty girls getting their toes painted while we were there. Note that there is also a little dvd player, so the girls can watch a movie!
After pedicures, we let my mom choose where she wanted to eat. She chose a place she and I had never been...OH MY HEAVENLY CHEESE...
We ate at Hammontree's, a little eatery on Dickson Street that creates the most amazing gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches. Oh my! You should totally check out their menu. We all 3 had the Spinach Gorgonzola soup (SWOON) and a grilled cheese. My mom chose the Caprese Melt, my sister chose the Jack to the Future, and I chose the Bries Company.
(I was thrilled to find out--once we got there--that the name of the restaurant is NOT Ham in Trees. I just couldn't figure out how Ham in Trees sounded the least bit appetizing for a restaurant name! Ham on the Plate, maybe. Ham in my Tummy is even better. Ham in my Hand. Ham that's been in my Fridge too Long.
Oh I could keep going. You know I could...
Ham in the Oven. Ham in the Skillet for Breakfast. Ham on a Biscuit Slathered with Butter.)
Okay, I'll stop. You know--I'll stop HAMMING it up...
After filling our bellies with lots of gooey cheese (and not ham), we felt the call of the mall. Namely, we were on a search for new swimsuits for our upcoming beach trip.
Note to self: When trying to enjoy a fun day with your sister and mom, do not start out by shopping for a swimsuit. Especially with a belly full of gooey cheese (and not ham).
Shopping for swimsuits can be downright depressing. And sometimes funny. At one point, we were in 3 dressing rooms--3 in a row. We were all 3 trying on swimsuits. And we were in separate dressing rooms because...well, there is no kind of nekkid like swimsuit-trying-on nekkid. (FYI: You get naked at the doctor's office. You get nekkid in the swimsuit dressing room.) I got to giggling pretty hard when I started trying to get on a Miracle Suit.
Have you ever tried on a Miracle Suit?
It's not called "Miracle" for nothing. Miracle to get it on your body.
It's been quite a few months since my body has shimmied into a Miracle Suit.
I called out to my mom and sister, "Hey!!! I might need some help in here! I'm not sure I'll be able to get this thing off my body once I get it on!"
Verily I say unto you...there is no love like a sister who hath helped peel off a Miracle Suit.
There was a whole lot of shimmying going on in that dressing room. A Miracle Suit requires certain shimmies and bends and squats to get that dang tube of lycra stretched over your parts. I'm pretty sure my upper lip broke into a sweat.
Oh, but I'm getting all tangled up in our swimsuit trying on. We eventually moved on to more fun shopping...like Yellow Box flip flop purchasing (3 matching pairs for 3 sisters on the beach--yippee!), shorts and shirts purchases, and even the cutest-ever red Born espadrilles for the birthday girl!
After all that shopping, it was time to head home. We hugged my Sissy goodbye, and loaded back into the car. Just in case you don't know--our family's car ALWAYS stops at Sonic before any road trip. So, after Sonic, we headed back to Branson.
It was such a fun day, and a fun way to celebrate with my mom. Rarely, do we get to spend time alone with my mom without 475 interruptions from sweet little kids. We were very sad my other sister couldn't join us...but we plan to make up for it on the beach soon!
Happy birthday, Mom!!! Of all the women I know, you are one of the kindest, most loving, wisest, most serving, most generous, obedient to God, example of a loving wife, continual example of love poured out I know.
I love ya, Ma!!!
Love, your favorite daughter
(Let's see if that gets either of my sisters to comment...)
What do you / did you love most about your mom?
