My Favorite Person

It would be impossible for me to have a perfect weekend at my favorite place without my favorite person.  Friday nights I usually stay at my parents house so I can spend my Saturdays doing homework.  Saturday morning around five A.  M.  Shortly after my son wakes up and I get the coffee brewed, my mother comes into the kitchen where I sit attempting to multitask feeding a one year old breakfast, homework and burning my tong while sipping coffee.  My mother walks in the kitchen, beaming with life.  Gracefully she takes over my hectic ways and amazingly she also helps me with my homework while juggling all of my balls plus hers.  I don't know how she does it, she must be super human.  I envy her knowledge and her magical ways.  I could never have the perfect weekend at my perfect place with out my perfect person.