Day 'o da moms

Just a quick blog today in honour of Mother’s Day—a paean to mothers everywhere, but especially my own, who is possibly one of the most amazing people I have ever known.

While Kristen and I drove up to see her mom today here in London, we passed a lot of people very obviously on the same sort of mission: the tall young woman precariously balancing a large flower arrangement, numerous people at the Superstore mobbing the flowers kiosk, and one big burly biker-looking guy walking down Adelaide with a 24 of Canadian slung over one shoulder and a carton of cigarettes in one hand.

Of course, it’s entirely possible that this guy wasn’t en route to see his mom, and the beer and smokes weren’t Mother’s Day gifts, but I prefer to be optimistic on this. And anyone who’s ever been east of Adelaide here in London recognizes the distinct possibility.

So: to mothers everywhere, but especially to my own, happy Mother’s Day!