Happy Mother's Day!
This is a special tribute to my mom.  Happy Mother's Day!  Some things to bring a smile to your face...
3 children who love you.
1 husband who adores you. (He would do anything you asked.)
Be glad that your children don't bring you dead animals, especially pigs on Mother's Day.
This comment needs some explanation, which requires some storytelling.
We had a pony, named Pepper, for my son.  One morning when my husband went out to feed him, he found the pony dead.  He came in to tell me and to have me keep my son away from the window.  I asked him if he needed help and what was he going to do with the horse.  He said, "I am going to take him to Mom's."  Just what every mother wants, a dead horse.  I asked how he was going to load a 600 pound horse.  He said he was going to put him on the wheelbarrow.  Okay, this I had to see.  He put the wheelbarrow upside down on top of the horse and then got a rope and tied the horse to the wheelbarrow.  Then he wrestled with it until he got it flipped over.  Drat!  Didn't have the truck ready.  Get a chair to lean the wheelbarrow on.  Back the truck up to the ditch, in the middle of the road.  Wheel the dead horse, now on top of the wheelbarrow, down the drive to the ditch and into the truck.  It was hysterical to watch.  I hope his mother appreciated the gift.
 A few years later...
My in-laws were at the house, visiting.  My father-in-law was getting ready to leave and decided to drive across the pasture.  My geese were walking across, he says, they will move.  They didn't.  He ran over the gander.  So... you guessed it.  The gander went home with him, with my husband's mother.
Now...
We had three pigs.  We took two to freezer camp.  The sow, Sally Soo Wii, is left.  She is lonely.  My husband pets her, calls her "Sweetie" everyday.  He is so gentle and sweet with her.  She follows him, when she gets out.
She gets sick.  My husband rushes to the store for medicine.  The next morning (Mother's Day)... the pig is dead.  I guess she died of loneliness.  What is he going to do with the dead pig, on Mother's Day?  Take it to Mom's of course.  Now, why didn't I think of that.
So, Mom...  Be glad I am not bringing you a dead pig for Mother's Day.
I love you.
Tracey