Your mother is stunning, jc.
My mother wasn't a Hallmark mom. She knew we loved her every day. As she (and we) aged and we found ourselves scattered in different places we'd all make the requisite phone calls, but they were just another in a long string of Sunday check-ins.
Sunday meant Sunday dinner in my family. She wasn't big on rules and regs, but Lord help the child who wasn't ready to sit at the table at 1:00 pm on Sunday to enjoy (?) her Sunday dinner. Mom wasn't the best cook on the planet, but Sunday dinner was important to her. I still make a large Sunday dinner in her honor, and will do so today.