This would have been your 78th celebration with Mexican food, one margarita and two sips of a second one and another day where we would have laughed and said insulting things to each other in the way that we could.
Right now I am sitting on the couch, with the dogs snoring beside me and listening to the wind outside. We celebrated you at dinner, at a Mexican place where they all speak our kind of Spanish 🙂 In other words, the sing songy Spanish of Mexico and Latin America. You would have like the music, the people and the margaritas for sure. There’s finally a Mexican restaurant here run by three brothers from Mexico – who do not make any dishes that include pineapple and cheese in the same sentence!
I thought about how I would like to honor you today, Mom. So I applied for a new job, bringing technology to developing countries. While I was going back and forth in my head about whether or not I was really even qualified to apply, I heard you in my head yelling “Towanda!” from the movie Fried Green Tomatoes.
I love you, Mom, and I still miss you…