We love our mother’s, we can’t stand our mother’s. We want to be like our mother’s, we don’t want to be like our mother’s. No matter how we feel on any given day about our mom’s, they are beautiful, wonderful, and the bearer’s of life..ours in particular. So on this beautiful, wet and green Mother’s Day, we salute all of the Mother’s throughout the world..or mother’s to be somewhere down the road. We danced together to familiar sounds that spanned the ages. Sam Cooke, the Beach Boys, Ray Charles, Madonna, M. Jackson, the Talking Heads, Kenny Loggins…. Our legs are tired, our belly’s full of cookies (YUM), and some of us just want to sleep. It’s these kind of days, when I wish I could just go home and have a warm meal waiting for me. Thanks mom…and thanks to all the mom’s out there that feed us well, take care of us, worry about us, and love us. As both of our mom’s entertain the child within (watching Elmo live or anticipating a meeting with a French Mickey Mouse), Jenn and I will sleep like babies tonight. We will always be our mom’s babies. We hope you all feel the same about your mom’s, no matter how far she might be right now.