On weeping and cooky baking

So what is this now, the Mother's Blog? The mother who refuses to have one? The mother who surfaces to ralley the children then goes back into cold storage to shoulder the northcoast? The mother whose girls get together and become silly, lovely, reminiscent, creative companions for a half a week, only to weep as they part? The mother who walks the beach with a precious (and precocious) granddaughter and weeps as we part? The mother cannot believe one person can be so richly blessed? The mother who relives each mission, each spank, each cooky baking time, each hike, each hot-sauce-on-the-tongue application, each pregnancy, each good-bye, each grounding, each amazing video creation, each performance, each tantrum (my own), and the nine sets of amazing eyes? Yes that Mom...