I would look at this day of hers in awe...and be short with her or tease her or remind her that there were hours and hours until 6 o'clock Mass. But she never changed her mind about how she wanted her day to unfold.
The sad thing that I think about now...I rarely went to Mass with her...she was a commentator and read the readings and even gave Communion but I never had the time or inclination to go with her...not even when I was grown. I hated that Saturday Mass as much as she loved it. Sigh!
We would wait for her when Mass was over...and we would have a light supper or order pizza and get a Dairy Queen or sit on the front porch and talk. She was relaxed, comfortable, and herself again...my funny mom, my silly mom...the mom everyone loved.
So...that must be why I miss her the most on Saturday...but I still hate Saturday church!
I think about all of the wonderful times we had with her...I hope she forgives me for that darn church thing...it's mostly her fault for making us wear uniforms and go to Catholic school!